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and  the  Pfalms  which  he  omitted, 
fupplied  by  Mr.  Earlow,  nearly  in  the  fame  Spi- 
rit chid  Stile  ;  and  all  local  References,  whicl 
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by  the  iirft    Line. 

A  Page. 

ALL  ye  that  love  the  Lord  rejoice  303 

Almighty  Ruler  of  the  fkies  39 

Awaks,  my  foul,   to  found  his  praife  224 
Along  the  banks  where  Babel's  current  flows         279 

Amidll  thy  wrath,  remember,  love  9- 

Among  th'  atiemblies  of  the  great  i?° 

Among  the  princes,  earthly  gods  176 

And  will  the  God  cf  grace  J 7° 

Are  a'i  the  foes  cf  Sion  fools  123 

Are  finnera  now  (o  fenftfefi  grown  47 

Arifr,  m>  gracious  God  52 

Awake,  ye  faints  ;   to  praife  your  King  274 

Almighty  God,  appear  and  fave  43 

B 

Behold  the  lofty  iky  57 

Behold  the  lore,  the  gen'rous  lov«     *  86 

Behold  the  morning  fun  5S. 

Behold  the  fure  foundation-done  23$ 

Behold  thy  waiting  fervant,  Lord,  249 

Bshold  us,  Lord,  and  let  our  cry  324 

Behold,  O  God,  what  cruel  foes  167 

Eefore  Jehovah's  awful  throne  203 

B  eft,  O  my  foul,    the  living  God  2c3 

Bled  are  the  fons  of  peace  271 

Bled  arc  the  fouis  who  hear  and  know  170 

Bleft  are  the  undenTd  in  heart  241 

:  the  man,  fur  ever  bleft  70, 

ofe  breaft  can  move  98 

Blefl  is  the  ms.-i  who  lhuns  the  place  2^ 

Bleftisthe  n*tion  where  the  Lord  81 

C 

^^B|n  in  years  and  knowledge  yo'.ing  84 
Come,  children,  learn  to  fear  the  Loid 

:  our  voices  joiu  to  raife  196 

:  found  his  praife  ahoad  J95 

ei  ail  my  forro*vs,  Lord  »« 


A 


TABLE. 


Divid  rejoVd  i.o  Ojd  his  itrcngth 
Deep  in  our  hearts  Jet  uj  record 

E 

Eirly,  my  Go^,  without  delay 
lixilt  t\e  Lord  tur  God 

F 
Fir  as  thy  mme  is  known 
Father,  I  i     fs  thy  ^c.nlz  hand 
Father,  J  ft.-g  thy  wend'rous  grace 
i'irm  awd  unm  »v'd  are  they 
Firm  was  my  health,  my  day  was  bright 
x  yo  !s  in  their  hearts   btiiev.-  and  fay 
For  ever  bie'.Tid  be  the  Lord 
e;  flia.ll  my  fun»  record 
age  to  age  exalt  his  name 
FiOfli  i'.l  tha>  uv.ell  le'ow  the  flcies 

.  deep  diftreii  aid  troub'^d  thoughts 
i'x.rn  fucs  thatfcour.d  us  rif« 
G 
Give  tJmiks  to  Got1,  he  reigns  above 
Give  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name 
Give  thank*  to  God  moll  high 
G/ve  thanks  to  God  the  fovVeign  Lord 
Viive  to  ojr  Gad  immortal  praife 
Give  to  the  Lord,  yc  fons  of  fame 
God  in  his  earthly  temple  lays 
God  is  the  refuse  of  his  faints 
God  my  fupporter  and  my  hope 
God  o{ eternal  love 
God  of  my  childhood  and  my  youth 
Col  of  my  life  look  gently  down 
God  cf  my  mercy  and  my  \  raife 
Goad  is  the  Lore,  tnt  heavVy  King 
Ore*:  God,  atter.d  while  Sion  fings 
Great  God,   attend  to  my  complaint 
Great  God,  hov/ oft  did  Ifrael  prove 
Great  Cod,  indulge  my  humble  claim 
Grctt  God,  the  heavens  well  order'.: 
Great  God,  whole  univerfal  fway 
Grsat  is  the  LorJ,  exalted  high 


A        TABLE. 

Great  it  the  Lord,  his  works  of  m'ght 

Great  is  the  Lord  our  God  J07 

Great  Shepherd  of  thine  Ifrael  107 

H 

Had  no:  the  God  of  truth  and  love  161 

Hippy  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord  230 

Happy  the  city  where  their  fona  20^ 

Happy  the  man  whofe  cautious  feet  26 

Hear  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  face  205 

Hear  what  the  Lord  in  vifion  faid  18  r 

HeJp,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail  44 

He  reigns  j  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns  19S 
He  that  hath  made  hia  refuge  God 

High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God  S7 

How  bleft  the  man  to  whom  his  God  79 

How  awful  is  thy  chaiVning  rod  162 

How  long  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face  45 

How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear  259 

How  fad  their  guilt  and  forrows  rife  49 

How  pleafant,   how  divinely  fair  J~  r 

How  pleafant  'tis  to  foe  2-  1 

How  pieas'd  and  bleit  was  I  259 

How  mail  the  young  fecure  their  hearts  243 

Jehovah  reigns  ;  he  dwells  tn  lifht  igt 

"efus  mall  reign  where'er  the  fun  153 

jelus  our  Lord,  afcend  thy  throne  226 

fudge  me,  O  God,   and  p'ead  my  caufe  ico 

joy  to  the  world  j    the  Lord  is  come  2or 

|iHg;me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways  7?, 

fudges  who  rule  the  world  by  laws  1  2  ,-1 

[uft  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word  \  55 
!f  God  fuccced  not,  all  the  coft                       p^     20  + 

f  God  to  build  a  ho-fe  dtnj  2    - 

lift  my  foul  to  God  7  j 

Ml  blcfs  the  Lord  from  day    -\  day  S  - 

life  my  Maker  with  my  breath  294 

I  Sale  the  honours  of  my  K 

love  the  Lord,   he  hcird  my  cries 
a  ill  my  raft  concerns  with  th:c 


A        T     A     B     L     E. 

In  anger  Lore,  do  not  chart. f«  ~.| 

In  Gjc's  ovv.i  houfs  pronounce  his  piaife  304 

In  Ju^ah,   Cod  of  old  wis  known  j6o 

In  hafte,  O  Gc  d,  attend  my  call  j/9 
In  thee,  great  Go J,  with  forgs  of  praifo  62 

I  fe:  the  Lord  bef.;?emy  face  ^i 

Is  there  ambition  in  my  heart  26$' 

It  is  the  Lord  cur  Saviour's  hand  207 
I  wailed  patient  Lr  the  Lo*d  96 

1  wiiJ  extol  thee,  Lord,  on   high  75 

L 

Let  all  the  earth  their  voices  raife  197 

Let  all  the  heathen  writers  join  246 

Let  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds  363 

Let  cv'ry  creature  join  301 

Let  every  tongue  thy  goodn  :fs  fpeak  292 

Let  God  a-ife  in  all  his  might  142 

Letfinncrs  t&ke  rheircourfe  125 

Let  Sioa  in  her  King  rejoice  ic6 

Let  Sion  and  her  fon9  rejoice  2c6 

Let  Sicn  praifc  the  rnigkty  God  296 

Let  earih,  \v;th  every  Sc  and  fea  2CO 

Long  as  1  live  Vi\  blefs  thy  name  290 
Lore,  I  am  th'ne  :    but  thou  wilt  prove  sz 

Lord,  I  am  v*il:  conceiv'd  in  fin  119 
Lord,  I  can  fufr'sr  thy  rebukes  35 

Lord,  I  eiteem  thy  judgments  right  236 

Lord,  if  'nine  eyes  furvey  our  faults  1S5 

L  id,  1  have  made  thy  wo.d  my  choice  247 
LortJ,  in  the  morning  thou  inait  hear 
Lore,  1  v, i i ;  I  i e rb  th:e  all  my  da)s  S3 

Lore1,  I  would  fpread  my  Lred.ft.efs  121 

Lord  cf  tie  worlds  -v.ove  *74' 

Lord,  ihou  baft  C3  Vd  thy  grace  to  mind  175 

I/r.J,  thou  hzft  heard  thy  fervant  cty  238 

Lo  tl,  thou  haft  fcovrgM  our  guilty  land  130 

L^rd,  thou  h-ft  ftarch*d  and  Leo  me  thro*  281 
Lord,  thcu  haft  fer::  my  foul  finceie  54 

Lore,  thou  wilt  hear  1^*  vhen  1  pray  ~  3 

Lo  d,  \U  a  pleafftfi!  ihiwg  tc  f;an<i  ic,o 


A         T     A     p>     L     E. 

Lor4,  w;  have  heard  thy  works  of  old 

Lord,   what  a  feeble  ciece  1S7 

Lord,  what  a  ihoughtlcfs  wretch  was  I  156 

Lord,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man  200 

LorJ,  what  was  man  when  made  a:  fit  ft  39 

Lcm!,  when  I  count  thy  mere'es  o'or  tS6 

Lord,  when  thou  didft  afcend  on  high  143 

H  illelujahl  to  the  Lord  300 

Lo,  what  a  glorious  Corner-Stcne  240 

L:,  what  an  entertaining  fight  270 
M 

Maker  and  fnv'reign  Lord  27 

Mercy  and  judgment  are  my  fong  203 

Mmc  eyes  and  my  defue  71 

My  God,   accept  my  early  vows  2^7 

My  God,  cor.iider  my  diitrefs  2  .o 

M\  God,   how  many  are  my  fears  to 

My  God,  i»  whom  are  all  the  fp'ing9  127 

My  God,  my  everlafting  hope  j  50 

My  God,   my  King,  thy  various  praife  290 

My  God,  permit  my  tongue  134 

My  God,  the  fteps  of  pious  men  9s 

My  God,  what  inward  grief  I  feel  283 

My  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name  77 

My  never  ceafinj  long  fni'A  (how  1-9 

My  refuse  is  the  God  of  love  43 

My  righteous  Judge,  my  gracious  God  2Si 

My  Saviour  and  my  Ring  jcz 

My  Saviour,  my  a'mighty  Friend  jcr 

My  f.Vpiierd  is  the  living  Lord  to 

My  /bepheid  will  fupply  my  need  67 

I  My  foul,  how  lovely  is  the     act  j-z 

My  fool  lies  cleaving  to  the  auft  2  -  } 

My  foul  repeat  his  praife  2  10 

My  fpi  it  looks  to  God  alone  131 

My  loul  thy  great  Creator  praife  21?. 

'             it  finks  within  me,    Lord  99 

My  truftis  in  tny  heaven'y  friend  36 

No  flecp  no-  flumbci  to  his  eyes  2:9 


A         TABLE. 

Pag*. 

Not  to  our  names,  thou  only  Juft  and  True         234 

Not  to  ourfelves  whoare  but  duft  233 

Now  be  my  heart  infpir'd  to  fing  104 

Now  from  the  roaring  lion's  rage  6c; 

Now  I'm  convine'd  the  Lord  Ss  kind  155 

Now  Jet  our  lips  with  holy  fear  146 

Now  let  our  mournful  fongs  record  65 

Now  may  the  God  of  power  and  grace  ii 

Now  mall  my  folemn  vows  be  paid  141 

O 

O  all  ye  nations  praife  the  Lord  236 

O  blefied  fouls  are  they  78 

Oh  blefs  the  Lord,  my  foul  210 
Of  J-'ftice  and  of  grace  I  fing 

O  for  a  mout  of  facred  joy  J07 

O  God  my  refuge,  hear  my  cries  J24 

O  God  of  grace  and  righteoufnefs  32 

O  God  of  mercy  hear  my  call  121 

O  God  to  whom  revenge  belongi  103 

O  happy  man,  whofc  foul  is  filfd  265 

Oh  happy  nation  where  the  Lord  S3 

O  how  I  love  thy  holy  law  245 

O  Lord,  how  many  are  my  foes  31 

O  Lord  our  heaveniy  King  37 

O  Lord  our  Lord,  how  woniVous  great  3$ 

O  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways  249 

O  that  thy  fta:utes  ev'ry  hour  254 

O  thou  that  hear'tt  when  finnejs,  cry  320 

O  thou  whofe  grace  and  juftice  reign  260 

O  thou  whofe  juftice  reigns  on  high  J26 

O  God  of  my  falvacicn,  hear  177 

Our  God,  our  help  in  agrs  paft  i?4 

Out  of  the  deeps  of  long  diftrefs  267 

0  what  a  f;irf  rebellious  houfe  164. 

P 

Praife  waits  in  Sion,  Lord,  for  thee  2  38 

Praife  ye  the  Lord,  exalt  his  name  272 

Praifs  ye  the  Lord,   my  heart  fhall  join  293 

Praife  ye  the  Lord,   \U  gooo  to  raife  295 

Prefwve  xr.s  Lord,  in  time  of  need  49 


T     A     B     L     E. 

P.:, 
piotcft  us,  Lord,  from  fata'  i.arrn  a&6 

R 
Rejoice  >e  rightcons  in  the  Lord  80 

Remember  Lord,  our  mortal  ftatc  iS^ 

Kc.wrn,  <J  God  of  iove,  retura  I*$ 

S 

Salvarion  is  for  ever  nigh  17$ 

-,  OGod,  the  fwelling  floods  J45 

Save  m  ,  O  Lord|  from  tViy  foe  5° 

.  bat  a  living  ftone  .  »39 

ityf  Lord}  O  Lord  forgive  !*• 

Shine,  mighty  God,  on  Sion  fniae  J42- 

ivng  -II  >e  natiens  to  the  Lord  IA° 

to  the  LDrd  aloud  169 

i> :rg  to  the  L-.rd  Jehovah's  nime  194 

Sing  to  the  Lord  ye  diftant  lands  197 

immortal  praife  belong  227 

!k>9Q  as  !  heard  my  father  fay  73 

Sure  there's  a  righteous  God 

i«  the  memory  of  thy  grsce  292 

Street  11  the  wofkj  m%  CoJ,  my  King  19° 

T 
Teach  rre  the  meafure  of  my  days  94 

Almighty  reigns  exalted  high  199 

Tnat  man  is  Lleft  who  frands  in  awe 
Trv:  earth  for  ever  is  the  Lor.'s  68 

11  I  love,  O  Lord,  my  ftren»th  5^ 

Tne  Gid  Jehovah  reigns  231 

.  od  of  glory  fends  his  fummont  forth  1 1  5 

The  C-^d  oi  our  faivation  hears 
The  leavens  declare  thy  glory,  Lord  59 

Ling  of  faints,  how  fair  his  face 
The  Loid  appears  my  helper  now 

',   i  ow  wond'rcuj  are  his  ways 
The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns 

;fd  is  come  :   the  heavens  proclaim 
The  Lord  my  Shepherd    s 

•rd  of  glory  is  my  light 
Tfao  Lordcf  gory  reigns,   he  reijnl  on  high  191 

■•I  the  Jucgc  feefwee  hii  ::• 


A        TABLE. 

PagA 

The  Lord  the  Jud*e  his  churches  warns  1 1  - 

The  Lord  the  fovereig^  King 

The  Lord  the  fovereign  fends  his  fummoni  forth 

The  man  is  t*er  bleit 

The  praife  of  Sion  waits  for  thee 

The  wonder  ,  Lord,  thy  love  has  wrought 

Think,  mighty  Cod,  on  feeble  man 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made 

This  fpacious  earth  is  nil  .lie  Lord's 

Thou  srt  my  portion,  O  my  God 

Thou  God  cflove  thou  ever  bleft 

Thro'  every  age,  eternal  God 

Thrice  happy  man  vho  fears  the  Lord 

Thus  I  refolv'd  before  the  Lord 

Thus  faith  the  Lord,  the  fpacious  fields 

Thus  faith  the  Lord,  your  work  is  vaia. 

Thus  God  the  eternal  Father  fpake 

Thus  the  great  Lord  of  earth   and  fca 

Thy  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord 

Thy  name  Almighty  Lord 

Thy  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord 

'Tie  by  thy  ftrength  the  mountains  (land 

To  God  I  cry'd  with  mouriful  voice 

To  God  I  made  my  farrows  known 

To  God  the  great,  the  ever  bieft 

To  heaven  I  left  my  wilting  eyes 

To  thee,  O  God  of  truth  and  love 

To  thee,  O  Lord,  I  raifc  my  cries 

To  our  almighty  Maker  God 

To  thee  before  the  dawning  light 

To  thee,  moft  high,  and  holy  God 

To  thine  almighty  arm  we  owe 

"Twas  for  our  fake,  eternal  God 

"Twas  from  thy  hand,  my  God,  I  came 

'Twas  in  the  watches  of  the  night 

V 
Vain  nun  on  fool-fh  pie3fures  bsnt 
Unfnaken  as  the  f  acred  hill 
Up  from  my  youth  may  J(Vel  fay 
Up  to  the  hilis  I  lift  m;ne  eyes 


A        TABLE- 

Fagtk 

Jpward  I  lift  mine  eyes  258 

W 

We  blcfs  the  Lord,  the  juft,  the  good  144 

We  love  thee,  Lord,  and  we  adore  55 

What  ihall  3  render  to  my  God  236 

When  Chrift  to  judgment  mall  defcend  113 

When  God  is  nigh  my  faich  is  ftreng  50 

When  God  provok*d  with  daring  crime*  223 

When  God  reitor'd  our  captive  /rate  263 

When  Godreveal'd  his  gracious  name  ibid 

*\  a*n  Ifrael  freed,  from  Pharaoh's  hand  232 

When  Ifrael  hnn'd  the  Lord  reprov'd  165 

When  I  with  pleating  wonder  ftand  2S5 

When  man  grows  hold  in  fin  S9 

When  overwhelmed  with  grief  131 

When  pain  and  angut/h  feiz'd  me,  Lord  254 

When  the  great  Juc'ge  fupreme  and  juft  141 

Where  fhall  the  man  be  found  71 

Where  fliall  we  go  te  fe:k  and  find  269 

While  (  keep  filence  and  conceal  80 

While  men  grow  bold  in  wicked  ways  SS 

Who  ihall  afcend  thy  heavenly  place  48 

hall  inhabit:  in  thy  hill  47 

*Vho  will  arife  and  plead  my  right  194 

Why  did  the  Jews  proclaim  their  rags  ,  29 

Why  did  the  nations  join  to  flay  28 

Whyflior.H  the  mighty  make  their  boaft  722 

«Vhy  ibould  the  haughry  hero  boaft  ib;d 

Why  do  theprcu-l  infult  the  poor  Hi 

Why  (<o:h  the  wealthy  wicked  boaft  91 

Why  doth  the  Lord  depart  fo  far  42 

Why  doth  the  man  of  riches  grow  109 

Why  has  my  God  my  foul  forfook  63 

*Vhv  fhould  I  vex  my  foul  and  fret  90 

Will  God  forever  caft  us  off"  358 

'Virh  al!  my  powers  of  heart  and  tongue  2S0 

'VJr.ii  earneft  long'r.g.,    >f  the  mind  99 

heart   1*11  railt;  my  fong  40 

Vith  my  whole  heart  I've  fought    thy  face  ~Sr 
Viihrcverenc:  lee  the  taints  appear 


A        T     A     B     L     E. 

With  fongs  and  honours  founding  loud 
Would  you  behold  the  works  of  God 

Y 
Ye  ho!y  fons  in  God  rejoice 
Ye  nations  round  the  earth  rrjo'cc 
Ye  fervants  of  th'  almighty   K.iog 
Ye  fons  of  men,  a  (zzWc  race 
Ye  fons  or  prde  that  hate  the  juft 
Ye  that  delight  to  fervc  the  Lord 
Ye  that  obey  tS*   immortal  K.ing 
Ye  tribes  of  Adam  jo;n 
Yet  (faith  the  LorJ)  if  David's  iace 


End  of  the    T  A  B  L  L 


IMITATION 


I    M    I    T    A    T    I    O 

OF      THE 

P  S  A  L  M  S     o  f      D  A  V  I  D. 

PSALM     I.     Common  Metre. 
The  IV jy  and  End  of  the  Righteous  and  the  Wicked* ' 
LEST  is  the  man  who  fliuns  the  place 


B1 


Where  tinner*  love  to  meet ; 
Who  fears  to  tread  their  wicked  ways, 

And  hates  th:  fcoiter's  feat  : 
z  But  in  the  ftatutes  of  the  Lord 

Has  placM  his  chief  delight ; 
By  day  he  rsads  or  hears  the  word, 

And  meditates  by  night. 

3  [He   like  a  plant  of  gen'reus  kind. 
By  living  waters  fct> 

Safe  from  the  ftorms  and  blading  nind, 
Enjoyi  a  peaceful  ftate.] 

4  Green  as  the  leaf  and  ever  fair, 
Shall  his  prcfelljon  flune, 

White  fiuit  of  holincfs  appear 
Like  duller*  on  the  rine. 

5  Not  lb  the  impious  and  tonjiift; 
What  vain  deHgns  they  form  ! 

Their  hopes  are  blown  away  like  duft, 
Or  chaff  before  the  derm. 
rmen   in  judgment  ftail  not  ftand 
nong  the  fonsof  grace, 
k Christ  ihs judge  at  h-i  right  hand 
Appo'nti  his  U<n:s  a  place. 

C  -  Hit 


b6  P    S    A    L    M      L 

7  Hh  eye  beholds  the  path  they  tread j 

His  heart  approves  it  well j 
bi.lt  crooked  ways  of  finners  lead 

Down  to  the  gates  oi  hell. 

P  5  A  L  M     i.     Short  Metre. 
The   Saint   happy ,  the   Sinner  miferakle* 
3    HpHE  man  is  ever  bleft, 

X       Who  fhuns  the  finners  ways, 

Among  their  counfeis  never  ftands, 

Nor  takes  the  (corner's  place  •. 

2  But  makes  the  law  of  God 

His  ftudy  and  delight, 
Amidft  the  labours  of  the  day, 
And  watches  of  the  night. 

3  He  like  a  tree  fhall  thrive, 

With  waters  near  the  root ; 
Fre/h  as  the  leaf  his  name  fhall  live  j 
Hia  wor!:3  are  heav'nly  fruit* 

4  Not  fo  the  ungodly  race, 

They  no  fuch  blefiings  find  : 
Their  hopes  /hall  flee,  like  empty  chaff 
Esfore  the  driving  wind. 

5  How  will  they  bear  to  lland 

Before  tli^t  judgment-feat 
Where  all  the  faints  at  Christ's  right  fcand 
In  full  aiTembJy  meet  ? 

6  He    knows,  and  he  approves 

The  way  thi  righteous  go  5 
But  finners  and  their  works  ill  all  meet 
A  dreadful  overthrew. 

PSALM     1.      Long  Metre. 

The  Difference  between  the  Righteous  and  the  Wicked, 

j    TJAPPY  the  man  whofe  cautions  feet 

jTI  Shun  the  broad  way  that  finners  go, 

Who  hates  the  place  where  atheifts  meet, 

And  fcar$  to  talk  as  frcfTtrs  do.  ^  H« 


PSAL  M     II.  27 

2  He  loves  t'  employ  his  morning-light 
Amongft  thef.atutes  of  the  Lord  j 
And  fpends  the  wakeful  hours  ofpifcM 
TNith  pleafure  pond'ring  o'er  the  word. 

3  He  like  a  plant  by  gentle  ftreams 
Shall  rlourifh  in  immortal  green  : 

And  heaven  will  fhine  with  k'nde.T  beams 
On  ev'ry  work  his  hands  begin. 

4  But  flnners  find  their  counfds  crefs'd  ; 
As  chaff  before  the  tempeft  flies  ; 

So  (hall  their  hopes  be  blown  and  loft, 
When  the  laft  trumpet  fhaktt  the.  ikus. 

5  In  vain  the  rebel  feeks  to  ftand 
In  judgment  with  the  pious  iace  j 

The  dreadful   Judge  with  ftern  comm:nd 
Divides  him  to  a  different  place. 

6  "  Strait  is  the  way  my  faints  have  troc, 
"  I  blefs  the  path,  and  rirc  v. 

"Put  you  would  chuic  the  rrcoked  road  j 
m  And  down  it  leads  to  endief,  pain»" 

PSALM     2.     Short  Metre. 
Tranflated  according  to  the  Divine  Pattern. 
ASli  iv.  24,  &c. 
CI. rift  Dying,   Rijing,   Interceding,  and  Rei^' 
1  ("V/f  AKER  an  i  fovere:g:i  Lord 
-i- ▼  JL      Of  hea\ea  and  earth  tad  feas, 
Thy  providence  confirms  thy  f/orJ, 
And  anfwers  thy  decrees. 
z  The  things  fo  long  foretold 
By  David  are  fulfilled  j 
When  yevfi  and  Gentiles  join  to  flay 
,    tfine  holy  Child.] 
the  C en tiles  rage, 
And  'Jews  with  one  11 
Join  aL  their  councils  to  cetfroy 
Th'  Anointed  of  the  Lord  i 

4  Rulers 


s8  P  S  A  L  M    II. 

4.  Rulers  and  Kings  agree 
To  form  a  vain  dehgn  ; 
A  gain  ft  the  Lord  their  powers  unite, 
Againft  his  Chrift  they  join. 

^  The  Lord  derides  their  rage, 
And  wrll  fupport  his  throne  ; 
He  that  hath  rais'd  him  from  the  dead* 
Hath  own'd  him  for  his  fon. 

Pause. 

6  Now  he's  afcended  high, 

To  rule  the  fuljcd  earth  ; 
The  merit  of  h:s  blcod  he  p'eads, 
And  pleads  his  heavenly  birth* 

7  Beneath  his  fove  eign  fway 

The  Gem  tit  rations  bend  j 
Far  as  the  world's  remoteft  bounds* 
His  kingdom  mill  extend. 
S  The  nations  th*t  rebtl, 
»         Mull  feti  his  iron  rod  5 

He'll  vini.rate  thofe  honours  well 
Which  Le  received  from  God. 
9  [Bj  wife,  ye  rulers,  now, 

A^d  wormip  at  his  throne  ; 
With  ambling  joy,  ye  people  bow, 
To  Gols  exalted  Son. 
10  If  once  his  wrath  arife, 
Ye  peiiih  on  the  place  j 
Then  bleffed  is  the  foul  irut  f/cs 
For  refuge  to  h's  grace.] 

PSALM     2.     Common  Metre. 

j    \1£  THY  did  the  nations  join  to  fby 
VV       The  Lord's  anointed  Son  ? 
Why  did  they  call  his  laws  away, 
And  tread  his  gofpcl  cownr* 

x  The 


PSALM     II. 

i  The  Lord  that  fits  above  the  fkies, 

Derides  their  rage  below, 
He  fpeaks  with  vengeance  in  his  eve«, 

And  ftrikes  their  fpims  through. 
3  "  I  call  him  mv  eternal  Son, 

"  And  ra^fe  him  from  the  dead  ! 
"  I  make  my  holy  hill  his  throne, 

M  And  wide  his  kingdom  Cpteii* 
'l  Ate  me,  my  Son,  and  then  enjoy 

*'  The  utmoft  b-atLcn  lands  j 
"Thy  rod  of  iff  n  (hall  deil  oy 

"  The  rebel  that  withftand* ." 

5  Be  wife,  ye  rulers  of  the  earth, 

Oeey  th'  anointed  Lord, 
Adore  the  King  of  heavenly  birth, 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

6  With  humble  love  addrefs  his  throne, 

For  if  he  frown,   ye  die  : 
rhofe  are  fecure,  and  th  ife  alone 
Who  on  his  grace  rely. 

PSALM     2.     Long  Metre. 
ChrilVs  Death,  Refurrc&ion,  and  Afcewfion* 
HY  dH  the  "Jews  ;  rod  lira  their  rage  ; 


w 


The  fUmtams  why  their  fwords  employ  ? 
Againfr  the  Lord  th 
His  dear  Anointed  to  deftroy  ! 
«*  Come  let  us  break  his  band?,  they   fay, 

man  fhall  rever  give  us  i  — \\  a  j  ' 
And  thui  they  call  his   j     -  - 

i  Monarch  to  rhe  ci 
Hut  Go  !  )ry  reigns, 

L  it  their  pri  i ,  -      ccntronli : 

leir  hearts  with  i.. 
akia  thunder  to  .: 

c'i  4  " 


3<3  P  S  A  L  M     III 

4  "  I  will  maintain  the  );:ng  I  iptffc 
"  On  Z/'^'s  ererlafting  hill,     | 

"  My  hand  mall  bring  him  from  the  dea^, 
u  And  he  Hi  all  ftand  your  fovereign  ftill." 

5  [His  wondrous  rifing  from  the  earth 
Makes  his  eternal  Godhead  known  ; 
The  Lord  declares  his  heavenly  birth  : 
<(  This  day  have  I  begot  my  Son. 

6  "Afcend,  my  Son,  to  my  rigfet-hanc', 
"  There  thou  (halt  afk,  and  I  bertcw 
c<  The  utmoft  boundl  of  It  at  ben  land's; 

u  To  thee  their  fuppliant  tribes  fhall  bow/'J 
-  But  nations  that  refill  his  grace 
Shall  fall  beneath  his  lifted  rod  ; 
His  arm  mail  crum  the  impious  race, 
That  dare  provcke  th'  avenging  Go~. 

Pause. 

S  Now  ye  that  fit  on  earthly  thrones, 
Be  wife,  and  ferve  the  Lord,   the  Lamb  j 
Now  to  his  feet  fu l mi t  your  crowns, 
Rejoice  and  tremble  at  his  name. 

c,  With  humble  love  addrefs'  the  Son, 
J. eft  he  prow  angry,  and  ye  die, 
Hii  wrath  v. ill  burn  to  worlds  unknown, 
His  love  gives  life  about  the  (ley. 

I  florms  ihall qaell  the  fiubborn  fee, 
And  fink  his  honours  in  ihe  duft  : 
Happy  tWe  fouls,  ihjtit  God  that  know, 
At.<l  make  his  gcace  their  enly  truft. 

P  S  A  t  M     *.     Common  Metre. 
end  Fcdrs  fcpprcjjcd  \  or,   God   (ur  Dcftt::t 
fiom  Sin  ar.d  Satan* 
I    fk /I'Y  God  how  many  arc  my  fears' 
iVl     H3w  falft  my  fotfs  increafe  ? 
Corf  irirg  my  eternal  f'eath, 

break  mj  £i%fcnt  peace* 

2  Thcl 


P  S  A  L  M     III.  31 

z  The  lying  tempter  would  perfuade 

There's  no  relief  in  heaven, 

And  all  my  growing  fins  appear 

Too  great  to  be  forgiven. 
tut  thou,  my  glory,  and  my  tlren^th, 

Shalt  on  the  tempter  tread, 
Shalt  filence  all  my  threatening  guilt, 
And  raifemy  drooping  head. 
4  [I  cry'd,  and  from  the  holy  hill 
He  tow'd  a  lirtesing  ear  j 
I  calPd  my  Father  and  my  God, 
And  he  fubdu'd  my  fear. 
"   1  ie  /lied  loft  (lumbers  on  mine  eyes, 
In  fpite  of  all  my  foes ; 
I  u  oke  and  wonder'd  at  the  grace 
That  guarded  my  repofe.] 
hit  tho'  the  hofts  of  death  and  hell 
All  aim'd  againft  me  ftood  : 
Terrors  no  more  mall  finite  my  foul  j 
My  refuge  is  my  God. 
-  Arife,  O  Lord,  fulfil  thy  Grace, 
While  I  thy  glo.y  ling  ; 
My  God  has  broke  the  ferpeot'a  teeth. 
And  death  has  loft  his  (ling. 
9  Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs, 
J  lis  arm  alone  c«n  fave  j 
Bleiiingi  attend  thy  people  here, 
And  reach  beyond  the  grave. 

SAL  M   3.  Ver,  1,  2,  3,  4,  5,  8.  Long  Metre 

A  Morning  Pfalm. 

OLoffd,  bow  many  are  my  foes, 
In  this  weak  (late  of  flclh  and  blood  • 
M\  peace  they  daily  difcompofe, 
my  defence  and  hope  is  Godi 

%  Tir'a* 


3^  PSALM     IV, 

2  TirM  with  the  burdens  of  the  day, 
To  thee  I  rais'd  an  evening  cry  5 
Thou  hearoit  when  I  began  to  pray, 
And  thine  almighty  help  was  nigh. 

3  Supported  by  thine  heavenly  aid 
I  laid  me  down  and    flept  feciare, 

Not  death  mould  make  my  heart  afraid, 
Though  I  mould  wake  and  rife  no  more 

4  But  God  fuftain'd  me  all  the  night  j 
Salvation  doth  to  God  belong  : 

He  rais'd  my  head  to  fee  the  light, 
And  makes  my  praife  his  morning  fong. 

P  S  A  L  M  4.     1,  2,  3,  4,  6,  7.     Long  Metre. 

Hearing  of  Prayer  j   or   God  our  Portion,    and  Chrift 
cur  Hope* 

1  f*\  God  of  gtace  and  righteoufnefs, 
V^/  Hear  and  attend  when  I  complain  : 
Thou  haftenlarg'd  me  in  diftreff, 

Bow  down  a  gracious  ear  again. 

2  Ye  fons  of  men  in  vain  ye  try 
To  turn  my  glory  into  fhame  j 
How  long  will  fcofTers  love   to  lie, 
And  dare  approach  my  Saviour's  name  ? 

3  Know  that  the  Lord  divides  his  faints 
From  all  the  tribes  of  men  befide  ; 
He  hears  and  pities  their  complaints, 
For  the  dear  fake  of  Chrift  that  died, 

4  When  our  obedient  hands  have  done 
A  thoufand  works  of  righteoufnefs, 
We  put  our  truft  in  God  alone, 
And  glory  in  his  pard'ning  grace. 

5  Let  the  unthinking  many  fay, 

"  Who  ivill  bejloiu  fame  earthly  good  ?*' 
But,   Lord,   thy  light  and  love    we   pray  j 
Our  fouls  defirc  'his  heavenly  food. 

6  The* 


PSALM    V. 

6  Then  fhall  my  cheerful  powers  rejoice 
At  grace  divine,   and    love  io  great  j 
Nor  will  ]  change  my  happy  choice 
For  all  their  wealth  and  boatted  ftate. 

1  S  A  L  M  4.    Ver.  3,  4,  5,  S.  Common  Metre . 

An  Evening  Hymn, 
1    T     ORD,  thou  wilt  near  mc  when  I  pray  j 
I    j     I  am  for  ever  thin:  ; 
i  iear  before  thee  all  the  day, 
Nor  would  I  dare  to  fin. 
i  An 4  while  I  reft  my  weary  head, 
Frcm  carci   and   buf  nefs  free, 
'Tis  fweet  converfingon  my  bed, 
With  my  own  heart  and   thee. 

3  I  pay  this  evening   facrlfice  ; 

And  when  my  work  is  done, 
Great  God,  my  faith  and  hope  relies 
Upon  thy  grace  alone. 

4  Thus  with  my  thoughts  tempos' d  to  peace* 

Til  give  mine  eyes  to  fleep  : 
Thy  hand  In  fifety  keeps  rny  days, 
And  will  my  (lumbers  keep. 
PSALM     5.     Common  Metre. 
For  the  LiOrd\  Day   Alorning. 
1    1"     ORD,  in  the  morning  thou  irult  hear 
t    j     M)  voice  tfcendiag  high  j 
To  ihee  will  I  di:ecl  my  praytr, 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  cy?. 
z  Up  to  the  hills  where  Chrift  is  gone 
To  plead  for  ail  his  faints, 
rrefeming  at  his  Father's  throne 
Our  fongs  and  our  complaints* 
]   Thou  art  a  Go^,   before  whole  Tight 
Tr.e  wicked  mall  not  <ii;\d  \ 
•.era  mall  ne'er  be  thy  de|igatj 
j  K  ihj  right  hmu« 

4  Bat 


34  PSA  L  M    VI. 

4  But  to  thy  houfc  will  I  refort, 

To  tafte  thy  mercies  there  ; 
I  will  frequent  thine  holy  court, 
And  worfh'p  in  thy  fear. 

5  O  may  thy  fpirit  guide  my  feet, 

In  ways  of  righteoufnefs, 
M-^ke  every  path  of  duty  ftrait, 
And  plain  befjre  my  face. 

Pause. 

6  My  watchful  enemies  combine 

To  tempt  my  feet  aftray  ; 
They  flatter  with  a  bafe  defign, 
To  make  my  foul  their  prey. 

7  Lord,  crufh  the  ferpent  in  the  dufr, 

And  all   his  plots  deftroy  $ 
While  tkofe  that  in  thy  mercy  truft, 
For  ever  fhout  for  joy. 

8  The  men  that  love  and  fear  thy  name, 

Shall  fee  their  hopes  fulnll'd  ; 
The  mighty  Gcd  will  compafs  them 
With  favour  as  a  fhield. 

PSALM     6.     Common  Mete. 

Complaint  in  Sicknejs  j  or,  Difeafes  healed* 

I  TN  anger,   Lord,  do  not  chaftife, 
X      Withdraw  the  dreadful  ftorm  j 
Nor  let  t'-ine  awful  wrath  arife 
A  gain  it  a  feeble  worm. 
*   My  foul  bow'd  down  with  heavy  cares, 
My  fiem  with  pain  opprefs'd  ; 
My  couch  is  witnefs  to  my  tears, 
My  tears  forbid  my  reft. 
3  Sorrow  and  grief  wear  out  my  days ; 
1  wade  the  night  with  cries, 
And  count  the  minutes  as  they  pafs, 
'Till  the  flow  morning  rife. 

4  Shall 


P  S  A  L  M     VI.  35 

4  Shall  I  be  ftiil   tormented  more  ? 

My  eyes  confumd  with  ^rief: 
How  long,  my  God,  how  loog,  before 
Thine  hand  aftord  relief.-* 

5  He  hears  his  mourning  children  fpeak, 

He  pities  all  our  groans  j 
And  faves  us  for  his  mercy's  fake, 

And  heals  our  broken  bones. 
(   The  virtue  of  his  fovereign  word, 

Reftores  our  faint'ng  breath  j 
For  filent  graves  praife   not  the  Lord, 

Nor  is  he  known  in  death. 

PSALM     6.     Long  Metre 

Temptations  in   Sicktiefs  overcome 

1    1'     ORD,  I  can  flitter  thy  rebukes, 

I    J  When  thou  with  kindnefs  doft  chaftife  j 

But  thy  fierce  wrath  I  cannot  bear, 

O  let  it  not  againft  me  rife  ! 
~  Pity  my  languishing  eftate, 

And  eafe  the  forrows  that  I  feel  ; 

The  wounds  thine  heavy  hand  hath   made, 

O  let  thy  gentler  touches  heal  ! 

3  See  how  in  fighs  I  pafs  my  days, 
And  wafte  in  groans  the  weary  night  : 
My  bed  is  water'd  with  my  tears  ; 

My  griefs  confumes,  and  dims  my  fight. 

4  Lock  how  the  powers  of  nature  mourn  ! 
How  long,  Almighty  Cod,  how  long  ? 
When  (hall  thine  hour  of  grace  return  ? 
Wh:n  fhall  I  make  thy  grcce  my  long? 

5  I  feci  my  flefli  fo  near  the  grave, 
My  thoughts  are  tempted  to  defpair  : 
But  graves  can  never  praife  the  Lord, 

:  all  is  duit  ar.d  fucr.ee  there. 

6  Depart, 


80 


P  S  A  L  M    VII. 


6  Depart,  yc  tempter?,  from  my  foul) 
And  all  defpairing  thoughts  depart ; 
My  God,  who  hears  my  humble  moa*, 
Will  cafe  my  flefh  and  cheer  my  heart. 

PSALM     7.     Common  Metre. 
Godys  Care  of  bis  People,  and  Pttnijhment  of  Perfecut$i 

1  ]V/f  Y  truft  is  in  my  heavenly  Friend, 
1Y1     My  hope  in  thee,  my  God  ; 
Rife  tnd  my  helplefs  life  defend, 

From  thofe  that  feek  my  blood. 

2  With  infolence  and  fury  they 

My  foul  in  pieces  tear, 
As  hungry  lions  rend  the  prey, 
When  no  deliverer's  near. 

3  If  e'er  my  pride  provok'd  them  firft, 

Or  once  abus'd  my  foe, 
Then  let  them  tread  my  life  to  duft, 
And  lay  my  honour  low. 

4  If  there  be  malice  found  in  me, 

1  know  thy  piercing  eyes  \ 
I  mould  not  dare  appeal  to  thee, 
Nor  afk  my  God  to  rife. 

5  Arife,  my  God,  lift  up  thy  hand, 

Their  pride  and  power  controul  ; 
Awake  to  judgment,  and  command 
Deiiv'rance  for  my  foul. 

P   a   u   s  t. 

6  Let  finners  and  their  wicked  rage 

Be  humbled  to  the  duft  : 
Shall  not  the  God  of  truth  engage 
To  vindicate  the  juft  ? 

7  He  knows  the  heart,  he  tries  the  reins, 

He  will  defend  th'  upright  : 
His  fharpeft  arrows  he  ordains 
-^2ainft  the  fons  of  fpite. 

S  The 


,  PS  A  L  M    VIII.    ,      37 

3  Tlm'Jeagu'd  ia  guile  thvr  malice  fpread, 
A  fnarc*  be  ore  my  way  ; 
There  mifchiefs  on  their  impious  head, 
His  vengeance  mall  repay. 
9  That  cruel  pcrfecuting  race 

Muft  feel  his  dreadful  t'word  ; 
Awake  my  fou',  and  praif,  the  grace 
And  jiiif.ee  of  the  Lord. 

PSALM     8.     Short  Metre. 

Son'i  Sovereignty   and  Gocdnejs  ;    and  Man  s   Do* 
over  the  Creature:* 

J   f~\  LORD,   our  heavenly  Kinp, 
V_y     Thy  name  io  all  divine  ; 
Thy  glories  round  the  earHi  are  fpread, 
And  o'er  the  heavens  they  mine. 

2  When  to  thy  works  on  hi^h 

1  rail;;  my  wondering  eyes, 
And  fee  the  moor  complete  in  light 
Adorn  the  da-kfo-ne  (kies. 

3  When  I  furvey  the  ftars 

And  ail  cheir  fh  n;ng  forms, 
Lor  d,  what  is  man,  that  worthlefs  thing, 
A-kin  to  duft  and  worms  ? 

4  Lord,  wrr.*-  is  worthlefs  man, 

That  thou  fhoul  fo  ? 

Next  to  tiiirc  angels  is  he  plac'c, 
And  loid  of  ali  be!ow. 

5  Thine  Vonouri  crown  hia  head, 

Whi'e  bells  like  flavei  obey, 
And  birds  tuat  cut  the  air   with  V7;ngs,% 
And  hlh  that  cleave  the  fea. 

6  How  rich  thy  bountiei  are 4 

And  wondroM  are  thy  ways; 

ms  thy  power  can  frame 
A  monument  of  prulfe, 

V  j  [From 


3* 


PSALM    VIII. 


7   [From  mouths  of  feeble  b 

Sc".;:  i:\giionoora  to  tKy  na- 

z  the  world  with  awe. 
S  C  Lord,  oni  heavenly  King, 

:  a'i  divine  ; 
Th)  glories  round  the  earth  arefprerd, 
the)  fh~ne.] 
PUt  M     8.     C  i  mon  Metre. 
ChritV;  ConZefcerJion  anejGhriji  %t'um\  c.#  Coi  n:adt 
Man. 
i   /~>  LORD,  our  Lord,  how  wondrous  great 
v  -    ^  is  tL  n     exalted  i 

Let  rr 
2   When  I  behold  thj  works  on  high,  j 

And  ft  that  giare  t'-e  flcjr, 

mo%  ii«»  worlds  or  liiur. 
5  Lord,  what  is  man.  race, 

Who       e»!s  fo  fat  belo 
Th.  t  thou  uSould'ft  viiir  him  w^h  grace. 
An'  tote  his  nati      fo? 

4  Th  at  1    neet  rnaj  Son  mould-  bear 

ke  a  mortal  k.  r., 
Made  {<  we;  than  his  ai  gels  are, 
Ti   fate  a  dying  worm  ? 

5  [Yet  white  he  Jiv'd  «e        h  unknown, 

Ana  men  ■  :rt, 

Behold  obe  frlnt  nature  own, 
Hii  Go4hea^  a;;d  his      wer. 

6  Th.-»  wave*  U  r  fj^read  beneath  his  feet  j 

And  mn  at  hi.  c  3  nmai  •, 
Brin^  their  large  fhoals  to  Peter's  net, 

Erin.-  tribute  :o  his  hand. 
n  Thefe  ftnalier  glories  cf  the  Son, 

Shone  through  the  flcfhly  eloud  ; 
Nov.  •-  im  en  his  th.one, 

And  men  wofdi  him  God.  S  Let 


1JSAL  M     \  ill.  39 

8  Let  h'm  with  majefty  be  crown'd, 

Wno  bow'd  his  head  to  death  j 
And  his  eternal  honours  found, 
From  all  things  that  have  breath. 

9  J  ejus,  our  Lord,  how  wondrous  great 

Is  thine  exalted  name  ! 
The  gloats  of  :hy  heavenly  ftate 
Let  the  whole  earth  proclaim. 

PSALM  3.  V*  .1,2.  Mr.:;  .  Part.  1.  M, 

Tee  Nof-  *g  GoJ. 

i      A   LMIGHTY  Ruler  of  (he  flciet. 

And  thine  eterna;   gloi  e 
O'er  all  the  heavens  t  i)  hands  have  made. 
2-  To  thee  the  vo'ecs  of  the  young 

Their  foul  din  •  notes  of  honour  ra-fe  'y 
Anu  bab'-s  tongue 

Declare  the  wondei 

3  Th\  ti  their  lend 

To  bring  proud  rebels  to  the  ground, 
To  ftill  the  bold  blafphemer's  rage, 
And  ail  their  policies  conroun.i. 

4  Children  amidd  thy  temple  thr< 

To  i^e  their  great  Hev'eemcr's  lace  ; 
The  Son  of  Ddvl ■./,   it  t  i e i i  foog, 
And  Ijjl  H  fannai  li  I  the  place. 

5  The  f '  o  vning  fcribea  and  anjry  cnefts 
In  vain  '.heir  impious  cavill  brl 
Rev-ntc  fits  nl^iit  in  .heir  brearts, 
While  Jewijb  babes  proclaim  their   King. 

PSALM  8.  Per.  3,  8cz.parapbr*f«L  See.  Part,  L.  M. 

Adam  jcJ Chrift,  Lzrds  of  the  G'J  and  New  Creation, 

j    \     OR1),  what  was  man  when  mace  at  rir.r, 

J j  ie  offspring  of  the  duft, 

.  th  >u  (hould'tt  fct  him  and  his  race, 
But  juit  below  ah  aageTi  4  .ace  ?  2  T.nt 


4o  P  S  A  L  M     ].\ 

%  That  thou  foobld'ft  raife  his  nature  fo, 
And   make  him  lord  of  all  below  j 
Make  every  beaft  and   bird  fubmit, 
And  lay  the  fifties  at  his  feet  ? 

3  But  O  !   \vh2t  brighter  glories  wait 
To  crown  the  feconrl  Adam\  ftate  ? 
What  honours  /hould  thy  Son  adorn; 
Whoeondefcended  to  be  born  ? 

4  See  him  below  h's  angels  made  } 
Beho'd  him  number'd  with  the  dead, 
Tq  fave  a  ruinM      or  Id  from  fin  ; 
But  he  (hall  reign  with  power  divine. 

5  The  world  to  come,  redeem  d  from  all 
The  nois'ries  that  attend   the  fall 
New  made  2nd  glorious,  /hall  fubmit 
At  our  exalted  Saviour's  feet. 

PSALM     q.     FirJIMetr-. 
IVrc'.h  and  Mercy  from  the  Judgment  Seat. 
I   "\Y7ITH  m/  whole  h&art  TjI  raif;  my  fong> . 
VV       Thy  wonders  Til  proclaim, 
Thou  fovereign  judge  of  right  ani  wrong 
Wilt  put  thy  foes  to  fliame. 
z  I'll  fmg  thy  roajefty  and  grace  ; 
My  God  prepares  his  throne 
To  judge  the  *orld  in  righteoufnefs, 
And  make  his  vengeance  known. 

3  Then  fha'l  the  Lord  a  i-fuge  prove 

For  a!i  the  poor  opprefs'd  j 

To  fave  the   p<  ople  of  his  tave, 

And  give  the  weary  reft. 

4  The  men  that  knew  thy  name  will  truft 

In  thy  abundant  grace  j 
For  thou  haft  ne'er  torfcok  the  juft, 
Who  humbly  feek  thy  face. 

5  Sin<r  praifes  to  the  righteous  Lord, 

N.'no  dwells  on  Zions  Hill, 
Who  executes  his  threatVmg  word, 

WiWe.  worLs  his  gucc  fuifii,         PS  ALM 


P  S  A  L  M    IN-  41 

p  5  A  L  M    9.    Ver.  12.  SetimdPart. 

'The  IVijdom  and  Ejuity  cf  Prc-uidsnce, 

j   ^X/'HEN  the  great  Judge,  fj?reme  and j. ft, 
V V       Shall  once  enquire  for  blood  \ 
The  humble  fouls  that  mourn  in  duft, 
Shall  find  *  faithful  God. 
7.  He  from  \\\t  dreadful  gates  of  death 
Does  his  own  children  raife  : 

's  gates  with    heerful  breath, 
The?  lin»  tl  •  .raife. 

His  foes  lhall  fall  with  beedlefi  fcetj 

Into  the  pit  they  q 
And  finners  periih  in  the  net 

That  their  own  hands  have  fpread. 

4  Thus  by  thy  judgment?,  mighty   God, 

Are  t^iv  cl-cp  couniela  known  : 

When  men  of  mifch'ef  are  acuroy'd, 

In  fnares  that  were  their  own. 


5  The  wicked  (hall  fink  down  to  hell  5 
Thy  rvrarh  devLiir  the  latns 
That  dare  foi  1    -ebel 

._nds. 

r<i  brought, 
'  id  long  complain, 
ptve;  be  fori    :, 
..Jll  their  hopes  be  vain. 
7   [Rife,  Qreat  Redeemer,  frcm  thy  feat, 
To  j  idgc  ar.d  (dvt  the  ; 
Let  nations  tremble:  at  th 
And  man  prevail  no  more, 
o  Thy  thun  lerihall   affright  the  proi.d, 

And  p-iL  the 
Ufalte  them  confefs,  that  thou  art  G 
And  they  but  feeble  u;n.J 

D  2  PSALM 


4*  PSALM    X. 

P  S  A  I,  M     io.     Common  Metre, 
Prayer  h-sard,  and  Saints  jawed  \   or,  Pride,  Athe'ifmL 
and  O^prejjlonpunijked — For  a  humiliation  da). 
J    €  X  THY  doth  the  Lord  depart  (o  far  ? 
VV       -And  why  conceal  his  face, 
When  great  calamities  appear, 
And  times  of  deep  diftrefs  i 

2  Lord,  mail  the  wicked  ftill  r'ericle 

Thy  juftice  and  thy  laws  ? 
Shall  they  advance  their  h^ads  in  pride, 
And  flight  their  righteous  canfc.    • 

3  Th»y  caft  their  judgments  from  their  fight* 

And  th;n  infult  the  poor  : 
They  boair  in  their  exalted  height, 
That  they  m*ll  fa'i  no  more. 

4  Arife,  O  Go:!,  lift  up  thine  hand, 

Attend  ourhumb'e  cry  ; 
No  enemy  mall  dare  to  ftand, 
When  God  afcends  on  high. 

Pause. 

5  Why  do  the  men  of  malice  rage. 

And  fay  with  fooli/h  pride, 
The  God  cf  heaven  xvill  ne'tr  engage 
To  fight  on  Zion' s  fide. 

6  But  them  forever  art  our  Lord  j 

And  po\v.:Tfui  is    hine  hand, 
As  when  theHeatrens  felt  thy  fword; 
And  pe  iih'd  from  thy  land, 
r;   Thou  wilt  prepare  our  hearts  to  pray, 
And  caufe  thine  ear  to  hear  j 
Accept  the  vows  thy  children  pay, 
And  fttt  thy  faints  from  fear. 
3  P.oud  tyrants  mall  no  more  epprefs, 
N^  more  defpife  the  juft  ; 
And  mighty  finners  mall  confefs, 
Thcv  arc  tut  earth  and  d*ft. 

PSALM 


P  S  A  L  M     XI,  XII.         43 

PSALM      ii.     Long  Metre. 
Cod  loves  the  Righteous,    and  hates  the  iVickcd* 

MY  refuge  is  the  God  of  love  ; 
Why  do  my  foes  infult  and  cry, 
yiy  liki  a  timrsus  trembling  dove, 
'To  dijiant  ivoods  or  mountains  Jiy  f 
U  government  be  once  deftroy'd, 
(That  tirm  foundation  of  our  peace) 
Andv.   Ience  make  jultice  void, 
Where  mail  the  righteous  feek  redrefs  ? 
The  Lord  in  heaven  has  hVd  his  throne^ 
His  eye  furveys  the  world  below  ; 
To  him  all  mortal  things  are  known  ; 
His  eye-lids  fearch  our  fpirits  through. 

4  If  he  afflicts  his  faints   fo  far, 

To  prove  their  love  and  try  their  grace5 
What  may  the  bold  tranfgreflbrs  fear  ■ 
His  foul  abhors  their  wicked  ways. 

5  On  impious  wretches  he  mall  rain 
Sulphurious  flames  of  wafting  death, 
Such  as  he  kindled  on  the  plain 

Of  Sodom,   with  h"?  angry  breath. 

6  The  lighieous  Lord  Jove.,  righteous  foulf* 
Whofe  thoughts  and  actions  are  lincere, 
And  with  a  gracious  eye  beholds 

Tke  men  that  his  own  image  bear. 

PSALM     j 2.      Long  Metre. 
t Sain fs Safety  and  Hope  in  evil  limes :  Or,  Sim  of. 
'  Tongue  amplainedof,  viz.  Blafphemy,  Fa!Jho$d,  cffi> 
1      \  LMIGHTY  God  appear  and  fave  ! 

jCJ_   For  vice  and  vanity  prevail  : 

The  goJ.ly  pcrim  in  the  grave, 

Thejuft  depart,   the  faithful  fail, 
a  The  whole  difcourfe,  when  crouds  are  met, 

h  riH'J  with  tr.rles  loofe  and  vain  j 

Tneir  lips  aie  flattery  and  deceit, 

Aad  their  pegud  language  is  product       3  But 


44  P  S  A  L  M     XIX 

3  But  lips  that  with  deceit  abound, 
Shall  not  maintain  their  triumph  Irng  j 
The  God  ©f  vengeance  will  confound 
The  flattering  and  blafphcmiog  tongue. 

4  Yet  fb all  cur  words  be  free,  they  cry, 
Our  ttngue /hall  te  con'.rouVd  by  none; 
Where  is  the  Lord,   will  ajk  us  why  ? 
Or  Jay,  cur  lips  are  not  our  own  ? 

5  The  Lord  who  fees  the  poor  or preft, 
And  hears  the  op^refibrs  haughty  flra.,7^ 
VVi.l  rife  to  give  his  children  reft, 
Nor  mall  they  truft  his  word  in  vain. 

6  Thy  word,  O  Lard,   tho'  often  try'd, 
Void  of  deceit  mall  (til1  appear  \ 

Not  filver,  feven  tirr.es  purify'd 
From  drofs  and  mixture,  mines  fo  dear* 

7  Thy  grace  (hall  in  the  darkeft  hour 
Defend  from  danger  and  furprife  ; 
Tho'  when  the  vileft  men  have  power, 
On  every  fide  oppreilbrs  rife. 

PSALM     12.     Common  Metre. 

Complaint  of  a  general  Corruption  of  Manners  :   or,   rTh^ 
Promife  and  Signs  of  Child's  coming  to  Judgment. 

I    T  TELP,  Lord,  f  >r  men  of  virtue  fail, 
JfJ.      Religion  lofes  ground  ! 
Tke  fons  of  violence  prevaJ, 
And  treacheries  abound. 
a  Their  oaths  and  promifes  they  break, 
/et  acl  the  flatterer's  part  j 
With  fair  deceitful  lips  they  fpeak, 
And  with  a  double  heart. 
3  If  we  rep-ove  fome  hateful  lie, 
They  fcorn  our  faithful  word  : 
*  Are  not  cur  lip<  our  tvHi"  they  cry, 
"  And  who  jball  be  our  Lord  V 

4  Scoffer* 


P  S  A  L  M     XIII.  45 

4  Scoffers  appear  on  every  fide, 

Where  a  vile  race  of  men 
Is  rais'd  to  Teats  of  power  and  pride, 
And  bears  the  fword  in  vain. 

P     A     U     I     E. 

5  Lord,  when  iniquities  abound, 

And  hlafphemy  grows  bold, 
When  faith  is  rarely  to  be  found. 
And  love  is   waxing  cold  : 

6  1 3  not  thy  chariot  haftening  on  ! 

Haft  thou  not  given  the  fign  r 
May  we  not  truft  and  live  upon 
H  prcmife  fo  divine? 
q  "  Yes  faith  the  Lord,  now  will  I  rife, 
<*  And  make  the  opprefibrs  flee  j 
<l  I  fnall  appear  to  their  furprife, 
u  And  fee  my  fervants  fiee.1' 
%  Thy  word,  like  filver  feven  times  try'd, 
Through  ages  fhail  endure  : 
The  men  that  in  thy  truth  confide, 
Shall  find  thy  piomife  fure. 

PSALM     13.     Common  Metre. 

Complaint  under  the  Temptation  of  the  De-v'il. 

i    TJOW  Ion.;  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face  f 
JLjL      My  Uod,  how  long  delay  I 
When  mail  I  feel  thele  heavenly  rays 
That  chacs  my  fears  away  ? 

2  How  long  fnall  my  poor  labouring  foul 

Wreftle  and  toil  in  vain  ? 
Thy  word  can  all  my  foes  controul, 
And  ctfc  my  raging  pain. 

3  See  how  the  lVin<»t;  of  darkncH,  tries 

Ah  uis  malicious  arts  j 
He  Ipicjds  a  milt  around  my  eycb. 
Ami  throws  his  fiery  oaru. 

4  Be 


46  PS  A  L  M    XIV. 

4  Be  thou  my  fun  ard  thou  my  mield, 

My  fooJ  ia  f-fcty  keep  ; 
Ma!::  hafte  before  mine  eyes  are  feal'4 
In  death's  eternal  fleep. 

5  How  would  the  tempter  boaft  aloud, 

Should  I  become  his  prey  ! 
Beh<  id  th?  fens  of  hell  grow  proud 
To  fee  thy  long  delav. 

6  But  they  mall  fly  at  thy  rebuke, 

And  Satan  hide  his  head  j 
He  knows  the  terror  of  thy  look, 
And  hear3  thy  voice  with  dread. 

7  Thou  wilt  dilplay  that  fovereign  grace 

Whence  all  my  comforts  fpring  : 
I  /hall  employ  my  lips  in  praife, 
And  thy  falvation  fmg, 
PSALM     14.     F\rh  Part.    Common  Metre 
By  Nature  all  Men  are  Sin  Kerf. 
2    T7VJOLS  in  their  hearts  believe  and  fay, 
J?       "  That  all  religion's  vain, 
*'«  There  is  no  God  that  reigns  on  h;gh, 
"  Or  minds  th'  affairs  of  men." 
2  From  thoughts  fo  dreadful  and  profane 
Corrupt  tiifcourfe  proceeds  5 
And  in  their  impious  hands  are  found 
Abominable  deeds. 
2   The  Lord,  from  his  celeftial  throne 
Look'd  dow.i  en  things  below, 
To  find  the  man  that  fought  his  grace, 
Or  did  his  juftice  knov. 

4  By  nature  all  are  gone  aftray. 

Their  practice  all  the  fame; 
Thde'a  none  tint  fears  his  Maker's  hand, 
There's  no:.e  that  loves  his  name. 

5  Their  tongues  are  us'd  to  fpeak  deceit, 

Their  flandcrs  never  ceafe  ; 
How  fw.fc  to  mifchief  are  their  feet  j 

Nor  know  the  paths  of  peace*  6  Sue 


PSALM     XIV,  XV.       4j 

Such  feeds  of  fin  (that  bitter  root) 

In  ever?  heart  are  found  ; 
Nor  can  they  bear  diviner  fruit, 

'Till  grace  refine  the  ground. 

5  A  L  M    14.    Second  Part,   Common  Metre 
Tbe  Folly  of  Perfecuters. 

ARE  firmer"  now  fo  fenfelefs  grown 
1  hit  ;hey  r'\z  faints  devour  ? 
And  never  wotfh'p  at  thy  throne, 

>  or  fear  thine  awful  power  ? 
Great  Go,,  appear  to  their  furprife, 

Reveal  thy  dreadful  time  ; 
Let  them  no  mok  thy  wrath  defpife, 

Ncr  turn  our  hope  to  /hame. 
Dcic  thou  not  dwell  among  the  juft  ? 
And  yet  our  foes  deridei 

1  e  fhou'd  make  thy  name  our  trufts 
t  God,  c  nrvund  their  pride. 
OH  that  ike  joyful  day  was  come 

■  }i\\  our  diftreifa  ! 
Wher  G*d  mall  bri  g  his  children  home, 
Our  longs  fnall  never  ceafc. 
P  S  A    1.  M     15.     Common  1  xetre. 
tfc7^r  o/"j  S*i*/  ;   or,  a  Citiz.en  of  Zion  j  or,  r& 
T5  fa  Cbi .  . 

Wihail  inhabit  in  thy  hill, 
O  GoJ  of  holinefs  ? 
Whom  will  the  Lord  admit  to  dwell 

•.r  his  throne  of  grace  ? 
The  rmn  that  w*lks  in  pi?us  ways, 
And  works  with  righteous  hands  ; 
That  trufls  his  Maker's  premised  grace, 

And  follows  biscommsnds. 
He  fpeaks  the  meaning  of  his  heart, 
rHb  (landers  with  his  tongue  ; 
SAVill  I'carce  believe  an  ill  report, 
I    Nor  do  hie  neighbour  wrong.  4  The 


48  PSAL  M     XV. 

4  The  wealthy  finner  he  contemns, 

Loves  all  that  fear  the   Lord  j 
And  tho'  to  his  own  huit  he  fwear^ 
Still  he  performs  his  word. 

5  His  ^ands  difdain  a  golden  bribe, 

And  never  wrong  the  poor  } 
This  man  (hall  dwell  with  God  on  earth, 
And  find  his  heaven  fecure. 

PSALM     15.     Long  Metre. 

Religion  and  Juflice,  Gcodnefs  and  Truth  J  or,  Duties  t$ 

Cod  and  Man  j  or,  the  Qual'ificathni  of  a  Ckriftian, 

I   \\/HO  fhall  afend  thy  heavenly  place, 
VV     Great  God,  and  dwell  before  thy  face  ? 
The  man  that  minds  religion  now, 
And  humbly  walks  with  God  below  : 

2,  Whofe  hands  are  pure,  whofe  heart  is  clean  5 
Whofe  f'ps  ftill  fpeak  the  thing  they  mean  j 
No  flanders  dwell  upon  his  tongue  ; 
He  hates  to  do  his  neighbour  wrong. 

3  [Scarce  will  he  truft  an  ill  report, 
Or  vent  it  to  his  neighbour's  hurt: 
Sinners  of  ftate  he  can  defpife, 

But  laints  a.e  hnnour'd  in  his  eyes. J 

4  [Firm  vo  his  word  he  ever  ftood, 
And  always  myites  his  promife  good, 
Nor  dares  to  change  the  thin^  !  e  fvvears, 
Whatever  pain  or  lofs  he  bea.s.] 

5  [He  never  deals  in  bribing  gold, 

And  moutns  that  juftice  mould  he  fold  : 
While  others  fcorn  and  wrong  the  poor, 
Sweet  charity  attends  hie  door.] 

6  He  loves  his  enemies,  and  praya 

For  :hofe  tha^  cu:fe  him  to  his  face  ; 
And  d   :!i  to  a!1  men  ftill   the  fame 
That  he  would  hore  or  wUh  from,  them. 

7  Y, 


V  S  A  L  M     XVI.  j) 

7  Yet,  when  h's  hoiieft  works  are  done, 
His  foul  depends  on  grace  alone  : 
This  is  the  man  thy  face  {hall  fee, 
And  dwell  for  ever,  Loftf,  with  thee. 
P  S  A  L  M      16.     Firfi  Pert.     Long  Metre. 
.  of  our  Poverty  5  *nd,  Saints  tl  c  btfi  Ctmpav.y  j 
or,  Good  JJ'otks  prtf.t  Men\   not 
j    "QRFSLRVEroe,  Lcrd,  in  time  of  nctd, 
Jf     f  or  foccour  to  thy  throne  I  flee, 
But  have  no  merits  there  to  plead  j 
Mygoodnei.  ich   to  thee. 

2  Oft  have  my  bea  tand  tongue  confeft 
How  empty  and  how  poor  I  an: ; 

My  praife  can   never  make  th*  e  bleft, 
Nor  add  new  glories  to  thy  frame. 

3  Yet,  Loid,  thy  fains  on  ea.th  may  reap 
Some  profit  by  the  pvod  we  Co  j 

Thefe  arc  the  company  1  keep, 
Thefe  are  the  choiceQ  friem  s  J  know. 

4  Let  others  chl  fe  the  fcni  •:;"  mirth 
To  give  a  ieiim  to  their  wine  ? 

I  love  the  n 

Whofe  thoughts  and  iangr  ge  a  e  di 
!   S    ..    L   M      16.      SecorJPart.     L« 

XjL   Whohafle  to  feek  f->mc  ido;-c.od  ! 
not  tafle  t; 

;    forbidden  blood. 
2   My  Cod  nrt  .    ci_:p, 

food  to  live  iron  5 
f  'd  up 

Son. 
tual  feaft  5 
his  counfeis  ijuide  mc 
wed  be  1.:: 


io  PSALM     XVI. 

4  I  fst  him  ft  ill  before  mine  eyes  j 
At  my  right  hand  he  (lands  prepar'd 
To  keep  my  foul  from  all  f'lrprife, 
And  be  my  everlafting  guard. 

JPSALM     16.    TblrdPdrt.     Long  Metre. 

Courage  in  Death,   and  Hope  ef  the  Re/urrc&ion* 

1  XXTHEN  God  is  nigh,    my  faith  is  ftrong, 

VV     His  arm  is  my  almighty  prep  : 
Be  glad  my  heart,  rejoice  my   tongue, 
My  dyir.g  riefli  mail  reft  in  hope. 
2.  Though  in  the  Juft  I  lay  my  head, 
Yet,  gracious  God,  thou  wilt  not  leave 
My  fo«l  r'or  ever  with  the  dea^, 
Nor  lofe  thy  children  in  the  grave. 

3  Myilefh  fhall  thy  firft  call  obey, 
Shake  oft"  the  dufr,  and  rife  en  high  ; 
Toea  (halt  thou  lead  the  wond'icus  way 
Up  to  the  throne  above  the  fky. 

4  There  ftrearns  of  end'efs  pleafure  flow  j 
And  full  difcoveries  of  thy  grace 
(Which  we  but  tailed  here  below) 
Spread  heavenly  joys  through  all  the  place* 

PSALM  16.  i—3.  FirJiPart.  Common  Metre,  j 
Suptcrt  ar.d  Ccunjcl  from  God  ivithcut  Merit* 
3    fjAVE  me,  O  Lord,  from  every  foe  j 
£3     ^n  *hee  niy  trtir  I  place, 
Though  all  the  good  that  J  can  do 
Can  ne'er  deferve  thy  grace  j 

2  Yet  if  my  God  prolong  my  breath, 

The  faints  may   ftili  rejoice} 
The  faints,  the  glory  of  the  earth, 

The  peo-.le  of  my  choice. 
g  Let  heathens  to  their  idols  hafte, 

And  wcrfliip  wood  or  ftc  ne  j 
But  my  delightful  lot  is  cad 

Where  the  true  God  is  kfiowni 


P  S  A  L  M     XVI.  $1 

His  band  provides  my  conftant  fooJ, 

He  ri.ls  my  daily  cup  j 
Much  am  1  pleas'd  with  prefent  good, 

But  nuie  rejoice  in  hope. 
God  is  my  portion   and  my  joy  j 

His  COUlklcll  are  my  light  : 
He  gives   me  (WeeC  id  vice  by  day, 

And*  gentle  hints  ^y  Dight. 
My  foul  would  all  her  thoughts  approve 

To  his  ail-feeing  eye  j 
N  t  death  nor  heil  my  hope  flu  11  move 
le  fuch  a  friend  is  n.gh. 
1  3  A  L  M    1 6.  Second  Part,  Common  Metre* 
Tec  Death  and  Refurrcclion  of  Qhc'iCi. 
(f  T  SIT  the  Lord  bc.'ore  my  face, 
JL      u  He  bears  my  courage  up  ; 
"  My  heart,  my  tongue  their  jo)s  exprefs, 
<l  My  ftcih  ihali  reft  in  hope. 

ipiric,  L:rd,  thou  Wilt  not  leave 
H  Where  fouls  departed  are  j 
<«  Nor  q  jit  my  body  to  the  grave 
"  To  fee  corruption  there. 
|   (i  Thou  wilt  reveal  the  path    of  life, 
*'  And  raife  me  to  thy  throne  : 
<<  Thv  coutts  immortal  p.'eiiure  gj ve, 
M  Thy  prel'cnte  joys  unknown.1' 
.  [Thu  '  Ckrifl  the  Loid, 

The  holy  L 
And  Pjrovidcnce  fulfill  the  word 
Of  hi  j  prophetic  tongue. 
,  Jcfttfj  ever*  faint  adores, 

Was  crucify  \i  and  (lain  y 
ErhoKl  the  tomb  itl  prey  re. "tores, 
,.d   he  lives  again, 
fhall  my  feet  arife  and  lland 
On  heaven  s  rteraal  hilis  ? 

thl  Son  at  Gcqj  r'ght  h.:n^, 
fiailcs.] 

P  S  A  L  M 


ga         P  S  A  L  M     XVII. 

P  S  A  L  M     17.  Ver.  13J  i'..    Short  Metre. 

Portion  »f  Sairts  and  S11r.cn  ;   or,   //<?/*  j;;J  1/  ■ 
iWJ..     , 

1  A   RISE,  my  gracious  God, 
Xjl     And  make  the   wicked  flee  J 
They  are  bat  thy  du.llifing  rod 

To  drive  thy  (iinti  to  thee, 

2  Ec'.ioll  the  Tinner  dies, 

H's  haughty  words  are  vain  j 
Here  in  this  life  hi;  pleafme  hes, 
A::d  all  beyond  is  pain. 

3  Thei  let  his  pride  advance, 

And  benft  of  a  1  his  fto:e  ; 
The  Lord  is  my  inheritance, 
My  foul  can  wifli  no  nuie. 

4  I  mill  behold  the  face 

Of  my  forgiving  God  j 
And  rtanu  umif«C!*  \u  i  jguteou  fnef*t 
Waih'd  in  my  Saviour's   blood. 

5  There's  a  new  heaven  begun 

When  I  awjke  from  death, 

Dreft  in  the  likeneft  of  thy  Son, 

And  draw  immortal  breath. 

PSALM     17.     Long  Metre. 

'The  Sinner's  Portion  and  Saint's  Hope  ;   or,  the  Ileavf 

of  feparate  Souls,  and  the  Refur reel 'ion* 

1  I*     ORD,  I  am  thine  :    but  thou  wiit  prove 
I    4   My  faith,  my  patience  and  my  love  \ 

Whsn  men  of  fpitc  agaiaft  me  join, 
Tney  a-e  the  fwori,  the  hand  is  thine. 

2  Their  hope  and  po'tion  lie  below  j 
1  Tis  all  the  happine.rs    they  know, 

'Tis  all  they  fcek  \   they  take  their  (h are 8  5 
A.id  leave  the  reft  among  their  heirs. 

3  Wha 


P  3  A  L  M     XVIII.  53 

5  What  finners  *alu»,  I  rrfign  ; 

Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine  : 

1  fadJ  behold  thy  blifsful  face, 

And  ftand  complete  in  rightcoufflefs. 

4  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  lhcw  ; 
But  the  blight  world  to  which  I  go. 
Hath  joys  fubftantial  and  facere  ; 
When  (hall  I  wake  and  find  me  there  ? 

5  O  glorious  hour  !   O  bleft  aboce  ! 

I  iha.l  be  near,  and  like  my  God  ; 
And  rlefh  and  fin  no  more  controul 
The  ftcitd  pleafures  of  the  foul. 

6  My  flerh  mall  (lumber  in  the  ground, 
Till  the  lait  trumpet's  jo)fiil  found  : 
Then  bunt  the  chains   with  tweet  iurprife, 
And  in  my  Savi  jufs  ima^e  rife* 

PSALM     iZ.     Fir/}  Part.     Long  Metre. 

VtTm     I-  —  Q,     15  —  - 

Ddivtrance  fritn  Dsjpair'^   or,  Temptation  over  come  • 
1    npHEE  will  I  love;  O  Lord,  my  ftrength, 
A     My  ro<.k,   my  tower,  my  high  defence  j 
Thy  migrny  arm  Aall  be  my  trWr, 
For  1  have  fjund  falvaiion  thence. 
1   Heat'-',   and  the  terrors  of  the  -/ravr, 
Stood  round  :r.e  wi:h  their  difmal  firiie  j 

bile  floods  of  high  temptation  roft, 
And  made  my  finking  foul  afraid, 
3   I  f-w  the  opening  g  itei  v(  hell, 
With  endltfj  pains  and  furrows  there, 
ich  none  but  they  that  feel  can  tell) 
.  I  was  hurry 'd  to  J»fp  air. 
4.  In  my  di  ftrefs  I  caii\4  my  Go^, 

1  I  could  fcarct  believe  him  mine, 
I   aint  j 
fai  in^  grace  divine. 
L  2  5  [\\ 


,54        PSA  L  M     XVIIL 

5  [With  fpeed  he  fltw  to  my  relief, 
-As  on  a  cherub's  wing  he  rode  ; 
Awful,  and  bright  as  lightn'ng,  (hone 
The  face  of  my  deliverer,  God. 

6  Temptations  fled  at  hii  rebuke, 
The  blaft  of  his  Almighty  breath: 
He  fent  falvation  from  on  high, 

And  drew  me  from  the  deeps  of  death.] 

7  Great  were  ray  feirs,  my  foes  were  g'ear, 
Al'jch  was  their  ftrengtb,  and  mote  their  rage  j 
But  CJ«  Mr,  my  L:rd,  is  conqueror  ftill 

In  all  the  wars  the  proud  can  wage. 

8  My  fong  for  ever  mail  record 
That  terrible,   that  joyful  hour  ; 
And  give  the  glory  to  the  Lord 
Due  to  his  mercy  and  his  power. 

PSALM     18. 

Second  Part,     Ver.  20,-26.      Long  Metre. 
Sincerity  proved  and  rewarded, 

3   T     ORD,  thou  haft  (ztn  my  foul  fin  cere, 

J| 4  Haft  made  thy  truth  and  love  appear  \ 

Before  mine  eyes  1  fet  thy  liwi, 

And  thou  hsft  own'd  my  righteous  caufe. 

a   Since  1  have  learu'd  thy  holy  ways, 
I've  walk'd   upright  befoie  thy  face  : 
Or  if  my  feet  did  e'er  depart, 
Thy  love  reclaim'd  my  wand'ring  heart. 

3  What  fore  temptations  broke  my  reft  ! 
What  wars  and  ftrugglings  in  my  ereaft  ! 
But  through  thy  grace  that  reigns  within, 
1  guard  againft  my  darling  fin. 

4  That  fin  that  clofe  befcts  me  ir.il!, 
That  works  and  ftrives  againft  my  will  J 
When  mall  thy  fpiric's  fov'reign  power 
Deuroy  ir,  that  i:  rile  no  more. 

5  With 


PSALM     XVIII,         55, 

5  With  an  impartial  hand,   the  Lord 
Deals  out  to  mortals  their  reward  : 
The  kind  and  faithful  fonls  (hall  rind 
A  God  ai  faithful  and  as  kind. 

6  And  i:v:n  that  love  revenge  fhall  know, 
G  )d  hath  an  arm  of  vengeance  too  : 
The  juft  and  pure,  (lull  ever  fay, 

Thou  art  more  pure,  more  juft  than  they. 

PSALM     iS.    Third  Part.    Long  Metre, 
Feri  30,  31,  34,  35,  36,  g 

1  TUST  are  thy  ways,  and  true   thy  word, 
c|    Grctt  Rock  of  my  fjcure  abode  ; 

V    ;o  is  a  God  befit1  e  the  Lord  ? 
Or  where's  a  refuse  like  our  God  ? 

2  Til  he  that  girds  me  with  his  mi^ht, 
Gives  me  his  holy   (word  to  wield  ; 
And  while  with  tin  and  hell  1  ri,ht, 
Spreads  his  falvation  for  my  (hield. 

3  He  lives  and  bletfings  crown  his  reign, 
The  God  of  my  falvation  lives, 

The  dark  defigns  of  hell  are  vain  ; 
While  heavenly  peace  my  Father  gives. 

4  Before  the  fcofters  of  the  age, 
I  will  exalt  my  Father's  name, 
Nor  tremble  at  their  mighty  rage, 
But  mejt  reproach,  and  bear  the  lhame. 

To  Dai'i.l  and  his  royal  feed 
Thy  grace  forever  (nail  extend  j 
Thy  love  to  faint?,   in  Cbrifl  their  head, 
Knows  not  a  limit,  nor  an  end. 

L   M      18.    Firjl  Part.  Common  Metre. 
tnd  Triumph  over  Temporal  E 
I    \\/E  love  t-hee,  Lord,  and  we  adcre, 
▼  V       Now  is  chine  aim.  revea'/d  j 

irt  our  ftrcngtb,  our  hearealy  towtr, 
Our  bulwark  and  our  fui;U.  *  Wi 


5* 


A  L  M     XVIII. 


2  We  fly  to  our  eternal  Rock, 

And  rind  a  (ire  defence  5 
Hi*  holy  n.v.ne  our  l.ps  invoke, 
And  draw  falvation  thence. 

3  When  God  our  leader  ftinra  in  arms^ 

Whu  mortal  heart  can  bear 

The  thunder  of  his  loud  alarms  ? 

The  lightning  of  h's  fpear  ? 

4  He  rides  upon  the  winged  wind, 

And  angels  m  array 
In  millions  wait  to  knew  his  mind, 
And  fwift  as  flames  obey. 

5  He  f  *ak«,  and  at  his  fitrce  rebuke 

Whole  amies  are  difmay'd  ; 
His  voice,  his  frown,  his  angry  look 
Strikes  aU  their  courage  dead. 

6  He  forma  our  gene/tils  for  the  field, 

With  all  their  dreadful  frill  : 
Gives  them  his  awful  fword  to  wield, 
Asd  m-kes  their  hearts  of  free!. 

7  Oft  has  the  Lord  whole  nations  bleil 

For  his  own  church's  fake  ; 
The  powers  th  t  give  his  people  reft, 
Sha'l  of  his  ca*e  partake. 
PSALM    iS.    Sec9*d  Part.    Cormnon  Metre, I 
The  Conqueror"  1  S»ns. 
1   npO  thine  almighty  arm  we  owe 
JL       The  triumphs  of  thereby  ; 
Tfey  terrors,  Lord,  confound  the  foe> 
A*d  melt  their  rtrengtb  away. 
2,  *Tii  by  thy  aid  our  troops   prevail, 
And  break  united  powers, 
Qr  burn  their  boafted   fleet?,  or  feale 
The  proadeft  of  their  towers. 
3   How  h3ve  we  chas'd  them  through  the  field, 
Ad  trod  them   to  the  g;our<v, 
While  thy  falvation  was  our  fhicldt 
But  ihejf  no  inciter  found  ! 


P  S  A  L  M     XIX.  57 

4  In  vain  to  idol  faints  they  c*y, 

And  peinh  \v.  their  blood  j 
Where  is  a  reck  fo great,  To  high. 
So  powerful  as  our  God. 

5  The  God  of  Jfratl  ever  lives  j 

His  name  be  ever  bleil ; 
'Tis  his  own  arm  the  v'-ctory  gives, 
And  gives  his  people  reft. 

PSALM      19.     Firfl  Part.     Shoit  Metre, 
^  The  Book  of  Natur:  and  Scripture, 

For  a  Lord's  day  Morning. 

1  ftEHOLD  the  lofty  flcy 
XJ      Declares  its  mailer  Gcd, 
And  all  the  ftarry  works  on  high 

Proclaim  his   power  abroad. 

2  The  darknefs  and  the  light 

Still  keep  their  ccurfe  the  fame  j 

Y.iu.S  DlfcUh  lu  w  .j   uuu  udy    to  n^hc 

Divinely  teach  his  name. 

3  In  ev'ry  different  land 

general  voice  is  known  ; 
They  fliew  the  wonders  of  his  hand> 
And  oi.iers  of  his  throne. 

4  Ye  chriftian  landt,  rejoice, 

Here  he  reveab  htl  word  ; 

V/e  are  not  left  to  nature's  voice 

To  bid  us  know  the  Lord. 

5  His  flatues  and  commands 

Are  fet  before  your  eye?, 

He  puts  his  gofpel  in  our  handi, 

V\  /.ere  our  falvation  lies. 

6  His  laws  are  juft  and  puie, 

H.s  tru'.h  without  deceir, 
Hi  j  r  ever  luie, 

reward*  are  grwti 

7  [Mot 


58  PSALM     XIX. 

7   [N->t  honey  to  the  tafte 

Affords  fo  much  ^eiigt-t  ; 
Nor  gold  that  his  the   furnace  pafVd 
So  much  allures  the  fight. 
S  While  of  thy  works  J  fing, 
Thy  glory  to  proclaim, 
Accept  «>r  prvfe,  my   GoJ,   my  King, 
Jn  my  kcCecmer's  namr.] 

PS   A   L   M      39.     Second  Fart.     Short  Mette. 
Cod's   IVoid  moft  excellent  j   or,   Sincerity  and  Watch* 
fulnefs. 
For  a  Lord's  Day  Morning. 
I    TjEHOLD  the  morning  fun 
.D      Begins  his  glorious  way  ; 
His  learns  through  all  the  nations  run3 
And  life  and  light  convey. 
2,  But  where  the  gofpel  comes 
It  fpreads  diviner  light, 

It  can?  «*<!  uzzz;:  f.z's.  :.\:i:  Scats, 

And  gives  the  blind    their  fight* 

3  How  perfect  is  thy  word  ! 

And  all  thy  judgments  jjft, 
For   ever  fuie  thy  prcmife,   Lord, 
Ana  men  fecurely  iruft. 

4  My  gracious  God,  how  pla^n 

Are  thy  directions  given  ! 
Oh  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 
But  rind  the  path  to  heaven  ! 
Pa   u    s    e. 

5  I  heard  thy  word  with  love, 

And  1  would  fain  obey  : 
Send  thy  good  fpirit  from  abore 
To  guide  me  WA  I  itray. 

6  Oh  who  can  ever  h*n-.l 

The  errors  of  his  wajs  ? 
Yet  with  a  bold  prefusiptuous  mind 

i  would  not  dare  tranf^rcis.  7  Warn 


PSALM     XIX.  r9 

7  \Varr>  me  of  every  fin, 

Forgive  my  fecret  fault*, 
AnJ  cleanfe  this  guii'v  foul  of  m're, 
Whofe  crimes  exceed  my  thonghta. 

8  While  with  my  heart  and  tongue 

I  fprezd  thy  praife  abrcae  ; 
Accept  the  wo- (hip  and  the  fong, 
My  Saviour  and  my  God. 

PS    A  L  M     19.     Long  Metre. 

Vhe  Becks  9/ Nature,  and  Scripture  compared :  or,  tbi 
Glory  and  Succcfs  of  tie  Gcfpe!. 

I   T^HE  heavens  declare  thy  g'orv,  Lord, 
J-      In  every  ftar  thy  geocnef  /nines j 

But  when  our  e>e?  Leh  1<1  chy  wore, 

We  read  thy  name  in  f-irer  iir.-:. 
1  The  rolling  f.n,  the  changing  Itjhtj 

And  nSghtl  and  days  thy  power  conftfi  J 

But  the  b'eft  volume  thou  haft  wt't, 

Reveals  thy  jwfrice  and  thy  giacc;. 

3  Sun,   moon  an.i  liars  convey  thy  praifc 
Rour.d  the  whole  earth,  and  never  (land  j 
So  whnn  thy  truth  began  its  race, 

It  tnuchM  and  gianc*d  on  every  land. 

4  Kcr  (ba  1  rr  j  fp  re;  ding  gofpe!  red 

Til  throi  1    i  thy  tru  th  has  run  j 

Till  Cbrlfi  h*4  j!I  rl  e  nat'ons   b.eft, 
That  fee  the  light,  or  frel  the  fan* 

5  Cieai  Sun  of  Ri^htecufnefs,  aril'e, 
Blefs  the  da.k  world  with  heart  nly  |i^ht  , 

I  :n3kcs  the  fmnple  w.ife, 
Thy  lov7s  *r-.  pu.e,   thy  judgments  r'ght. 

6  1  \\y  nobleft  wonder^  h~.:c  W€  \ 

In  lbuis  rcn-w'd  ind  fins  forgrreo, 
Lord,  cl  nfc  my  fini,   n  \  foul  renew, 
And  make  thy  wc  1 

P  S  A  L  14 


co  PSA  L  M     XIX. 

PSALM   19.  To  the  Tune  of  the  113^  Ffalro, 
1  he  Book  of  JSdture  and  Serif 
I  REAT  God,  the  heaven*i  wcli  oiv'er'J  fiance 
JJ[   Declares  the  glo»if*  of  thy  Mil 
There  thy  rich  works  of  wonder  ft/me  ', 
A  thoufand  fiarry  beauties  there, 
A  thoufand  radiant  marks  appear 

Of  bcund!efs  power,   End  flcill  divine, 

2  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  1  i 
The 

■r-s  of  heavenly  vvifdrm  read  : 
"With  filenjt  eloquence  they  raife 
Our  thoughts  to  our  Creator's  prnife. 

er  found  nor  language  need. 

3  Yet  their divine  nfiruflions  run 
Far  as  the  jouinies  of  the  fun, 

And  every  nation  knows  their  voice : 
The  fun  like    f  me  young  brw'e^ioom  drcfr, 
Breiks  from  the  chambers  of  the  eaft, 

Rolls  round,  and  makes  the  earth  rejoice* 

4  Where  e'er  lie  fpreads  h:s  beams  2 
He  fmiles  and  frecks  I  God  : 

A'l  nature  joins  to  (hem  thy  p. 
Th-js  God  in  every  creature  fhiues  j 
Fair  is  the  book  of  natme's  lines, 

But  fairer  is  the  book  of  gtr.ee. 
Pause. 

5  I  love  the  volumes  of  thy  word  : 
What  light  and  joy  tbcfe  leaves  r.fford 

To  fouls  benighted  2nd  dMrcft  ! 
Thy  precepts  guide  my  doubtful  way, 
Thy  fear  forbids  my  fcrc  to.  ftray, 
Thy  proniifc  leads  my  heart  to  reft* 
0  Frc  veriesofthy  law 

e  I  craw  : 
T.^efe  are  my  fltidy  and  delight; 
Not  honey  fo  in  vires  the  tafie, 

jpld  that  hath  the  furnace  pad 

Gng  to  the  ti^ht.  ~  T^y 


PSALM     XX. 

-  Thy  threafnincs  wr'ie  my  flumb'ring  eye;, 
And  warn   me  where  my  danger  'i~s  ; 

E  t  'tis  thy  blclTed  goijpeJ,   Loid, 
That  makes  .my  guiltv  confdence  clean, 
Converts  my  fool,  fubdutfl  my  fin, 
And  givet  a  frzc}  but  Urge  rc^vaH. 
S  Who  knows  the  errors  of  his  thoughts1 
My  God,  forgive  my  fecret  faults, 

And  from  prefomptuous  fins  retrain; 
Accept  my  poor  attempts  of  praife, 
<That  I  have  read  thy  bci:  of  grace 
And  book  of  natu/c  not  in  \ 

PSALM      20. 
Prayer  and  Hope  of  Viclory. 
For  a  Day  of  Arayet  in  Time  cf  VYa*. 

1    "1VTOW  may  the  Gci  of  power  and  grace 

JJ7/  Attend  Kis  people's  humble  c/\ ! 

Jehovah  hears  when  IJrael  p  . 

And  brings  deliverance  from   en  high, 
a  The  name  of  Jacob's  Gcd  defend?, 

Whi^n  bucklers  fail  and  brazen  v.alls ; 

lie   from  his  (ao&uary  frnda 

Succr  t»raru'  ftrcngth  when  Ziqn  calls. 
3   Well  he   rem  mber^  2H  cur  fi^bs, 

His  Jove  exceed1;  our  be!*  defcrts  j 

Hil  h  ft  accepts  tl 

Of  humble  groans  and  brokeo  hearts. 
11  fanatic  is  cli  .iOpe, 
:,i  the  name  of  IfraeVt  God, 
J    Our  trooptOuil  lift  their  banneis  up, 

Our  Rivies  fpre*.:!  th-.;r  flags  a broad. 
,  1:j:.«s  trail. 'd  for  war, 

And  f3m::  of  ch^rics  T.-ke  their 

Our  fure:!.  expectation]  ire 

From  thee,  the  Lord  of  neav'jily  boRt. 

F  6  [0  may 


62  PSALM     XXI. 

6  [O  may  the  memVy  of  thy  rumc 
Infpire  our  armies  lor  the  fi^ht  ! 

Our  foes  mail  fall  and  die  with   fhame  j 
Or  quit  the  field  with  coward  flight. 

7  Now  fare  us,  Lord,  f'om  flavifh  fear, 
Now  let  our  hopes  be  f\  m  and  ftron^, 
Till  thy  fatration  fhall  appear, 

And  jcy  and  triumph  raife  the  fong. 

PSALM     21.     Common  Metre. 

National  BleJJings  acknowledged* 

[N  thee,  great  God,  with  fongs  of  praife, 
Our  favour  d  renlma  rejoice  ; 
And,  bleft  with  thy  f3lvation,  laife 
To  heav'n  the'r  cheerful  voice. 

2  Thy  fure  defer.ee,  thro'  nations  round, 

Hath  fpreai  our  r'Gng  name, 

And  all  our  feeble  efforts  crown'd 

With  freedom  and  with  f  me. 

3  In  deep  ciftrefs  cur  injur'd  land 

Implor'd  thy  power  to  fave  ; 
For  life  we  pray'd  ;  ti:y  bounteous  hand 
The  timely  blefiing  gave. 

4  Thy  mighty  aim,  eternal  Power, 

Oppos'd  their  deadly  aim, 
In  mercy  fweptthem  from  our  more, 
And  fpread  their  fails  with  fhame. 

5  On  thee,   in  want,  in  woe  or  pain, 

Our  hearts  alcne  rely  ; 
Our  lights  thy  mercy  will  maintain, 
And  all  our  wants  fupply. 
£  Thus,  Lord,  thy  wond'rous  power  declare, 
And  ftill  exalt  thy  fame  j 
While  we  glad  longs  of  praife  prepare, 
For  thine  Almighty  name. 

PS  ^  LA! 


P  S  A  L  M     XXI,  XXII.      6"j 

PSALM     21.     i — 9.     Long  Metre. 
Ckrift  exalted  1 9  the  King 

1  T"\  AVID  repie'd  in  God  his  itrength, 
JL/    Rais'd  to  the  throne  by  frecial  grace) 
But  Cbnfl  the  Son  appears  at  length, 
Fulfils  the  triumph  and  the  praife. 

2  How  great  the  oleiT:  Mejfiab'sjoj 
In  the  ialvation  of  thy  hand  ! 

Lord,  thou  haft  rais'd  his  kingdom  highj 
And  giv'n  the  world  to  his  command. 

3  Thy  giodnefs  grr.nts  what  e'er  he  will, 
Nor  doth  the  leaft  :equeft  withhold  : 
B'efTings  of  lore  prevent  him  ftiU, 
A~d  crowns  of  glory,    not  ct  gold. 

4  Hon  GUI  and  majefty  tiivine 
Around  his  fiend  temple  mine  : 
Bleft  with  trft  favour  of   thv  face, 
Anl  length  of  everlafting  days. 

5  Thine  hand  mall  find  out  all  his  foes  j 
And  a3  a  fiery  oven  glow? 

With  raging  heat  and  iiv'ng  coa!-. 
So  ill  a  1 1  thy  wrath  devour  their  lbu!?. 

PSALM  22.    1--16.  Firji  Part.  Com.  Metre. 

Sufferings  snd  Death  cf  C 

1  IT7HV  Kai  my  God  my  foul  rorfookg 

V  V      Nor  will  a  (mile  a  fford  ? 

(Tivis  Dai'id  once  :n  3nb-u:m  (poke, 
And  tfr.is  our  dyi.n.*  Lord;) 

2  Though  'tis  thy  1  •  to  dwell 

Among  l!i)  praifniT  fai 
Yet  thou  canft  hrar  onr  ^roan  as  well, 
An  1  pity  our  complaint?. 

3  Our  f-'h-rs  tr».lrd  in  thy   name, 

And  great  deliv'rance  found  ; 
But  I'm  a  worm  defpis'd  0/  meri| 
Anu  trodden  to  the  grc  . 

4  v' 


64         PSALM     X  CH 

4  Willi  &  a  king  head  they  pafs  me  by, 

A':d  laugh  my  foul  to  fcorn  : 
In  vain  he  trujli  in  Gcd,  they  cry, 
NegUEitd  and  forlorn* 

5  But  thou  art  he  who  form'd  my  ficfc, 

By  thine  almighty  word  j 
And  fince  1  huns^  upon  ths  bread 
My  hope  is  in  the  Lord. 

6  Why  will  my  Father  hide  his  hct 

When  foes  ftand  threading  round, 
In  Che  dark  !  our  of  deep  d.f  rsls, 
And  not  a  neipcr  fjund  } 

Pause. 

7  Behold  thy  rlarli-g  left  among 

The  cruel  and  the  proud, 
By  foes  encompsfs'd  ricrce  and  fi:ron», 
As  liens  roaring  loud. 
T    From  earth  and  hell  my  forro**s  meet, 
To  multiply  the  frnart  j 
Th.^y  n.ul  my  hands,  they  pierce  my  Uet, 
And  try  to  vex  my  heart. 
9  Yet  if  thy  fov'fegn  hand  let  locfe 
The  r?.ge  of  earth  and  hell, 
Why  will  my  heav'nly  F-thrr  bruifc 
The  fon  he  loves  fo  weii  r 
1  o  M y  G o d ,    i f  po 7;. b\  i :  h e , 
Withhold  (his  bkttr  c;p  $ 
But  I  rcf^n  my  w:.'i  t>    thee, 
And  dunk  the  lorrews  up. 
ii   My  heart  ciiH.lves  with  pangs  unknown, 
[  i  groina  I  waftt  my  bieath  j 
Thy  heavy  hand  has  brought  me  down, 
'  Low  a>  the  ddil  of  deadi. 
12  Father,  I  give  my  (pint  up, 
A:ii  truft  it  in  thy  hand  j 
My  dying  flelh  mall  refl  in  hone, 
And  life  it  thy  commaaci.  P  S  A  L  J> 


P  S  A  L  M     XXII.  $5 

3ALM  22.  1**1,27—31.   S.v.  JV.\  C.  Metre. 
C brills  Suffering}  umdi 

1  "  '^^tQVt  frem  the  roaring  lion  t  ragt% 

X\      "  0  LcrJy  prrjtp.  tky  Sen,' 
tl  Ncr  leave  thy  darting  to  enrage 
tf  'The  powers  of  bell  alzr.e." 

2  Thus  cid  our  iufTring  Saviour  pray 

With  mighty  ciies  and  teiirr, 
Cod  heard  him  in  that  dreadful  day, 
An4  chas'd  away  his  fe:.r?. 

3  Great  was  the  vicVry  of  li is  death, 

His  throne  exalted  hi~h  \ 
And  all  the  kindreds  of  .he  tarth 
Si;.  !1  war/hip  or  lhail  die, 

4  A  num'retis  ofFs?rins  muft  arife 

From  his  expiring  groans j 

They  fhall  be  reckon'd  in  his  eyes 

For  d.-u,.hters  and  tar  f.  r.r. 

5  The  mrek  and  humble  fouls  fhall  fes 

His  table  richly  fpread  ; 
And  iU  that  fcek  the  Ln.d  lhall  be 
With  joys  immortal  fed. 

6  The  if.es  /hall  know  the  ri&htepB&tfl 

Of  otr  incarnate  God, 
And  nations  yet  unborn  profcf3 
Salviticn  in  his  blood. 

P  S   A    L   M     22.     Lonf  Me'rr. 

CI' 

1  ^wl^W  let  cur  mourn'ul   frnrs  record 
X^i     Fhe  dv'ng  f:rrows  of  cur  Lo:d, 
When  he  compl.iir/u  in  tears  and  blood, 
As  one  farfaken  of  his  God*. 

2  The  Jfivs  bc!i-'  '.  rloTOj 
Andih.k-  thrir  heaJs  .ind  !auth  in  fcorn  ; 
'*  He  refcuM  others  f:i  to 

...  )  five. 

F  z  3   <: 


<■>        P  S  A  L  M    XXIII. 

3  (t  This  ii  tv.e  nan  did  once  pretend 
il  God  was  h*s  father  and  his  friend  j 
"  If  God  the  bleiJed  lov'd  him  (o, 

"  Why  dotli  he  fail  to  help  him  now  ?  ° 

4  Oh  favage  reop'e  !  cruel  pi  ie/ts  ! 

How  they  fio^d  round  like  raging  beads  , 

Like  Jions  gaping  to  devour, 

When  God  had  left  him  in  their  power. 

5  They  wound  his  head,  his  hands;  his  feef^ 
Till  (Ir.'ams  of  blood  each  other  meet  j 

By  Io»:  his  garments  they  divide, 

And  meek  the  pangs  in  which  he  died. 

6  But  Gcd  his  father  I-vard  his  cry ; 
Jlais'd  from  the  I'ead  he  reigr.s  on  Ir^h  ; 
The  nations  learn  his  ri^hteoufnefs, 
And  humb!e  fmr.ers  tafte  his  grace. 

PSALM     23.     Long  Metre. 
Gcd  c%r   Shepherd, 

1  TV/fY  Shepherd  is  the  living  Lord; 

IVJL   Now  /hail  my  wants  be  well  fupp!y\I : 
His  proviience  and  holy  word 
Become  my  hkty  and  my  guide. 

2  In  paftures  where  f&lvation  grows 

Ke  mak»s  me  feed,  he  makes  me  reft* 
There  faring  waters  gently  flaws, 
And  ail  the  food  divinely  bleft. 

3  My  wandering  ftet  h:.s  weys  miftake  ; 
But  he  rtdcr^s  my  foul  to  peace. 
.-*nd  leads  me,  for  his  mercy's  f<ke, 
3n  the  fair  paths  of  li^hteotfrefj. 

4.  Though  I  v/a'k  thro:',.h  the  gloomy  vale,. 
Where  death  zn*  all  its  terrors  are, 
My  beatf  and  hope  /hali  never  fail, 
For  God,  my  m^fherd's  with  me  there. 

c,  Amid  ft  the  c'r.ik-;ers  and  the  deeps 
Thou  art  my  comfort,  thou  my  flay  ; 
Thy  ftafTfupporls  my  feeble  ileps, 
Th/  rod  dire&i  raj  doubtful  iriy«  C  Th«| 


P  S  A  L  M     XXIII. 

0  The  foni  of  earth  and  fons  of  hell 

Gaze  at  thy  gooclnefs,  and  repine 

To  fee  my  table  fpread  (o  well 

Wi:h  living  bread  anc  cheerful  wine. 
7   [Mow  1  rejoice,  when  en  my  head 

Thy  fpirit  condefcends  to  reft  ! 

'Tis  a  divine  anointing  flied, 

Like  oil  of  gladnefs  at  a  fca£. 

5  Surely  the  mercies  of  the  Lord* 
Attend  his  houmold  all  their  days : 
There  will  I  dwell  to  hear  his  word, 
To  feelc  kis  face,  and  fing  his  praife.] 

PSALM     23.     Common  Me're, 
j   1V/TY  Shepherd  will  fupp!y  my  need, 
-L'-L      Jebovab  is  his  name  j 
In  paftures  rrefh  he  makes  me  feec', 
Befide  the  living  ftream. 
2  He  brings  my  wand'ring  fpirit  bick 
When  I  forfake  his  ways, 
And  leads  me  for  his  mercy's  fike 
In  p*ths  of  truth  and  grace. 

ga  I  walk  through  the  (hades  of  death, 
Thy  prefcr.ee  is  my  faj  j 
One  word  of  thy  fupporiing  breath 
Drives  all  my  !car< 
4  Thy  hand  in  fig  at  of  ail  my  foes 
Doth  dill  my  ta?le  fp:t 
My  cu?  willj  bleilings  overfiowf) 
Thine  oil  anoints  my  head. 
:  jre  piovifions  of  my  God 
Attend  me  all  my  <ti\:  ; 
O  may  thy  houfc  be  mtJ  -         *;-> 
And  all  my  work 

6  Thete  would  1  find  1  I 

(Whi  t-  others  gj  a;K-  «.. 

!  -  child  as  heme, 

PSALM 


68    PSALM    XXIII,  XXIV. 

PSALM     23.     Short  Metre. 

1  'X^HE  Lord  my  fhepherd  is, 

Jl       I  trial!  be  v. ell  fupply'd  ; 
Since  he  is  mine  ar.u  I  am  his, 
Wh:t  can  I  want  befide  ? 

2  He  leads  me  ro  the  place, 

Where  heavY.y  pafture  grows, 
Whers  living  wates  gently  pafs, 
And  full  falvation  flows. 

3  If  t'er  I  go  aftray, 

He  doth  my  foul  re  la'm, 
ApJ  guides  mi  in  hi3  own  right  way, 
For  his  moil  h  jly  name. 

4  While  he  affords  his  aid, 

I  cannot  yield  to  fear  ; 
Tho'  I  ihoiild  walk  thro'  death's  dark  made, 
My  mepherd's  with  me  there. 

5  Amid  furrounding  fnt& 

Thcu  doft  my  table  fprea^, 
My  cup  with  blefiin^s  overflows, 
And  joy  exalts  my  head. 

6  The  bounties  of  thy  lore 

Shall  crown  my  following  days ; 
Nor  from  thy  houfe  will  I  remove, 
Nor  ceafe  to  fpeak  thy  praife. 

PSALM     24.     Common  Metre. 
Dwelling  ivith  Gtd. 

1  *T*HE  earth  forever  is  the  Lrc's 

X       With  A.larn%  num\ous  rac?  \ 
He  raised  its  ar.hes  o'er  the  floods, 
And  built  it  on  the  feas. 

2  But  who  among  the  foss  of  men 

May  v'fit  thine  abode  ? 
Ke  that  has  hantis  from  miklref  clean, 
Whofe  heart  is  right  wi.h  God. 

3  Thil 


PSALM     XXIV.  6} 

3  This  is  the  man  may  rife  and  tike 

'Tiic  bleliing:  of  his  grace  ; 
This  :s  the  lot  of  thole  that  feck 
The  God  of  'Jacob's  face. 

4  Now  let  our  foul's  immortal  pow'is, 

To  meet  the  Lord  prepare, 

Lilt  up  their  everlafcng  doors, 

The  king  of  glory's  near. 

5  The  king  of  glory  !   Who  can  tell 

The  wonders  cf  his  might  I 
He  rules  the  nations  j   but  to  dwell 
With  faints  '13  his  delight. 

P  S  A  L  M     24.     Long  Metre. 

Saints  dwell  in  Heaven  ;  or,  CbrijS's  Ajitnfw* 
j    HP  HIS  fpacious  earth  is  all  the  Lt-rc's, 

J.     And  men  and  worms,  and  beafta  and  birds  3 
He  rais'd  the  building  on  the  feas, 
And  gave  it  for  their  dweiling-place. 

2  But  there's  a  brighter  world  on  h'gh, 
Thy  palace,  Lord,  above  the  Iky  ; 
Who  mall  afcend  that  bieft  fthede, 
And  dwell  (0  RCtt  his  Maker,  God  ? 

3  He  that  abho;s  and  fears  to  fin, 

Whole  heart  is  pure,  whofe  hands  are  c!ean> 
Him  Hull  the  Lord,  the  Siviour  blu'i, 
And  clothe  bit  foul  with  righteoufncis. 

4  Thefe  aiethe  men,  the  pious  race, 
That  feck  the  God  of  Jacob's  face  \ 
Thefe  lhail  crjoy  the  biifsful  fight 
And  dwell  in  tverlaftin^  light. 

Pause. 

^ice  ye  mining  worlds  on  high, 
jld  tlie  King  of  glory  nigh  } 
Who  can  this  King  of  glory  be  ( 
mighty  Lord,  the  $<mour'»  h& 

6  Ve 


o  P  S  A  L  M     XXV. 

6  Ye  heavVy  gate3,  your  leaves  diff  lay, 
To  make  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  way  : 
Laden  with  fpoila  from  earth  and  he  J, 
The  Conqu'ror  comes  with  God  to  dwell. 

7  Rais'd  from  the  dead  in  royal  ftate, 
He  opens  heave's  eternal  gate, 
To  give  his  faints  a  bleft  abode, 
Near  *ruir  Redeemer  and  their  God. 

PSALM     25.     1— 11.     Fir/}  Part. 
Waiting  for  Pardon  and  Direction, 

1  T  LIFT  my  foul  to  God, 
X     MF  trull  is  in  h  s  name  ; 

Let  not  my  foes  that  feek  my  blood 
StiJl  triumph  in  my  flnme. 

2  Sin  and  the  powers  of  hell 

Peifuade  me  to  defpair  ; 
Lord,  make  me  know  thy  covenant  welfj 
That  I  may  Tcape  the  fnare. 

3  From  gleams  of<hwnfc£  light 

Till  ev'nirg  made*  arlfe, 
For  thy  falvaticn,  Lord,  1  wait, 
With  ever-lcnging  eyes. 

4  RememLer  all  1  hy  grace, 

Ani  lead  me  in  th"  truth  5 
Forgivs  the  fins  of  riper  days, 
And  follies  of  my  youth. 

5  The  Lord  is  juft  and  kind, 

The  meek/hall  learn  hi3  ways, 
And  ev'ry  humble  finner  find 
The  methods  of  his  grace. 

6  For  his  own  goodnefs  fake 

He  fa*es  my  foul  from  uSame  $ 

Pie  pardons  (tho*  my  guilt  be  great) 

Thro'  my  Rccecn.er's  name. 


P  S  A  L  M 


PSALM     XXV.  7i 

A  L  M     25.    I2»  141  I0|  i3»  Second  Part. 
Short  Metre.     Divine  Inflruclion. 
i   W  7  HERE  ihail  the  man  be  found, 

VY    Tlnf  fears  i'  off'nd  his  God> 

That  loves  the  gofers  joyful  found, 

And  trembles  at  the  rod  ? 
a  The  Lord  fli?l.  make  him  know 

The  fecrets  of  hit  heait, 
The  wonders  or"  hti  cov'nanc  fhow> 

And  all  his  love  impart. 

3  The  dealing*  of  h*l  pow'r 

Are  truth  ?nd  m-rcy  fill!, 
With  fi  ch  a&  keep  bil  cov'nant  fure, 
And  io\t  to  3o  hii  will* 

4  Their  foL'.sfhal1  dwell  at  eafe 

Before  their  Maker's  face, 
Their  feed  in-il  ufte  the  promifes 
In  their  exienfivs  grace. 

SAL  M  25.  T---11    7 bird  Part.  Short  Metre. 
Dijirefs  of  .Soul,  or,   Backfliding  and  Defer  tion, 

1  Ji/TINE  eyu3  and  my  defire 
1Y±      Are  ever  to  the  Lord  j 

1  love  to  plead  his  pritnis'd  grace 
And  refl  upon  bis  woic. 

2  Turn,   turn  thee  to  my  foul, 

Bri^g  thy  fa'vatior  near  3 
Wren  wiil  thy  hand  afiift:  my  feet 
To  'fcape  the  deadly  fnarc  ? 
5  When  mall  the  fov'reign  gra:e 
Of  my  forgiving  Go", 
Refloie  me  from  thofe  dang'rous  ways 
My  w^nd'ring  feet  have  trod  I 
4  The  tumult  of  my  thoughtl 
'  h  but  enlarge  my  « 
My  fpirit  langu:fner.  u  j  heart 
la  4 c Male  and  low* 

c  With 


a        PSALM    XXVI. 

5  With  ev'rv  morning  light 

My  forrow  new  begins  5 
Look  on  my  anguifh  and  my  pain, 
And  paraon  all  my  fins. 

Pause. 

6  Behold  the  hofts  of  hell, 

How  cruel  is  their  hate  ! 
Againft  my  life  they  rife,  and  join 
Their  fury  with  deceit^ 

7  Oh  keep  my  foul  from  death, 

Nor  put  my  hope  to  fhame, 
Fori  have  plac'd  my  only  truft 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 
3  With  humble  faith  1  wait 
To  fee  thy  face  again  j 
Of  7/ralh  fhall  ne'er  be  faid, 
He  fought  the  Lord  in  vain. 

PSALM     26.     Long  Metre. 

Self -Examination  5  or,  Evidence*  of  Grace, 
I    "FUDGE  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  wayi 

J    And  try  my  reins,  and  try  my  heart  j 

My  frith  upon  thy  promife  ftays, 

Nor  from  thy  law  my  feet  depart. 
2.  I  hare  to  walk,  I  hate  to  fit 

With  men  of  vanity  and  lies  5 

The  Softer  and  the  hypocrite 

Are  the  abhorrence  of  mine  eyes* 

3  Amongft  thy  faints  will  I  appear 
Array  M  in  robes  of  Innocence  5 
But  when  I  ftand  before  thy  bar, 
The  blood  cf  Cbriji  is  my  defence. 

4  I  lov£  thy  habitation,  Lord, 

The  temple  where  thine  honours  dwell  \ 
There  {hall  I  hear  thy  holy  won.', 
And  there  ihj  works  of  wonder  tell. 

5  Let 


P  S  A  L  M     XXVII. 

5  Let  not  my  foul  be  join'd  at  laft 
With  men  of  treachety  and  bl 
Siace  I  my  days  on  earth  have  p2<t 
Ig  the  fiints  and  nei.r  mv  GoJ. 

PSALM     27.     1--5.     F.:'y?  P*rf« 
The  Church  is  our  Dc!:?h:  ar.d  Safety. 

1  npHE  Lord  cf  glory  is  my  Hghr, 

A     And  my  folvaticn  tco  j 
God  is  my  fueng  li  ;  nor  wUI  I  fear 
What  a'lmy  iocs  ca::  dc. 

2  One  privilege  my  heart  defiree  5 

mt  me  mine  abode 
Among  the  churches  c  if  hy  Liints, 
The  temples  cf  my  God. 

3  There  mail  I  orTcr  my  requefls 

Ani  fee  thy  beauty  ftill  : 
Shall  hear  thy  meflages  of  love 
And  there  eoqnife  thy  will, 
sn  troubles  rife  and  ftorms  appear, 
There  may  his  children  hid'  ; 
God  Has  a  ftroag  paVillion,   where 
i '.  malice  my  foul  a1  idc. 

(hill  my  head  be  lifted  high 
e  my  foes  arourA 
(  !  joy  and  victory 
Within  thy  temple  found. 

id  Part.C.  Mitre. 
Prj\er  an: 

11    QOO\~  as  T  hea  fay, 

O  "  Te  children 
My  J  w 

ethers  face. 
tby  face  be  hid  from  me, 
?.rzy  j 
God  c 

In  a  diftreffij 

G  7  Sbcttld 


•■}       P  S  A  L  M     XXVIII. 

3  Should  friends  and  kindrrd  near  and  dear 

Leave  me  to  want  or  di 
My  God  will  make  my  life  his  care, 
And  all  my  need  fuppiy. 

4  My  timing  fieiTi  had  d)'d  with  grief, 

Hid  pr'd, 

To  Jcc  thy  grace  povide  relief, 

Nor  was  m)  hope  « tceiv'd. 

5  Wait  on  the  Lord,   ye  trembling  faint*, 

An<±  keep  your  cnuragr  up  j 
JHe'ii  raife  }ou.  Ipirit  when  it  faints, 
And  far  exceed  ycur  hojf e. 

PSALM  2S.  Long  Metre. 
Gcd  the  Refuge  of  the  AffiiBed. 
O  thee,  O  Lord,   I  raife  my  cries  j 


'T 


My  lervent  praytx  in  mercy  hear  5 
Fcr  :uin  waits  my  trembling  fcui, 
\i  thcu  reiufe  a  gracious  ear. 
c  When  fuppliant  tow'rd  thy  holy  hilf, 
I  lift  my  mourrfui  hands  to  pray, 
Afford  thy  gra:e,  nor  drive  me  ftill, 
With  impious  hypecrites  away. 

3  To  fons  of  f jliehood,  that  defpife 
The  works  and  wonders  of  thy  reign, 
Thy  vengeance  gives  the  due  rewarc, 
And  finks  their  fouls  to  enclefs  paia. 

4  But,  ever  biefled  be  the  Lord, 
Wnofe  mercy  hears  my  mournful  voice, 
My  heart,  that  trufied  in  his  word, 
In  his  faivation  lhall  rejoice. 

5  Let  ev'ry  faint,  in  fore  ciftrefs, 
By  faith  approach  his  Saviour,  God  ; 
Then  grant,  O  Lord,  thy  pard'ning  grace, 
Ani  feed  thy  church  with  heav'nly  food. 

PSALMl 


I'  S  A  L  M     29.     Long  Metre. 
Storm  and  Thunder, 
1    f^S  IVE  to  ti.e  Lord,  ye  fens  of  fam?, 
VJT  Give  to  the  Lo*d  renown  and  py.vV, 
Alcribe  due  honours  to  his  nauie, 
And  his  eternal  nrght  adore. 
z  The  Lord  proclaims  his  pow'r  alcud 
ev'ry  ocean,  ev'ry  land  ; 
His  voice  divides  the  watVy  ciou% 
A  (I  lightning!  blaze  at  his  command. 

3  He  fyeak*,   anitemprf:,   bail  and  wind) 
Lay  the  wide  foreft  bac  around  ; 

Th?  'earful  hart*  and  flighted  hind, 
Leap  at  the  te:ror  or"  the  f  und. 

4  To  Lebanon  he  turns  his  vcicf, 
An.  io,   ihe  fhteiy  cedrrs  break  ; 
Tht  mountains  tre  r.ble  at  the  noife, 
The  valiies  r:.a-,  the  defcrts  quake, 

5  The  Lord  fi  s  fov'reign  on  t^e  rloo:J, 

hwnd'rer  reign:  forever  king; 
But  makes  his  church  h's  bled  «:uode, 
Where  we  his  awful  glories  ring. 

6  In  £C.t!er  ian^inge,   there  the  Lord 
The  counfc)  o:"  hi3     rate  11      irts : 
Amidit  the  r«|  ing  fto  m,   his  word 
Speaks  psaec  and  courage  to  cur  hearts. 

PSALM     3c.    Tirfl  Part.     Long  Mstre. 

,   dnd   Sorrows  removed. 
i  T  WILL  extol  thee,  J  nrd,  m  ;., 

X    -At  t  j  £y  : 

k  and  favc 

From  the  dark  borders  or'  tje  c-rave  ? 
the  LorJ,  ye  fainrs,  and  prove 

ce,  and  trace 
The  wond'fou  *ce.         5  Hii 


I*  S  A  L  M     XXX,  XX XL 

3  H:s  anger  but  a  moment  ftays ; 

,ve  is  lie  ani'  length  or"  days  : 
,  rief  and  tears  th:  nigh:  employ, 
morning  liar  rellores  the  joy. 

PSALM  30.  Vcr.  6.  SetendPart.  Long  Metre. 
Health,   Sickrtefsj   and  Recovery. 
i    T^JRM  was  my  hea.th,  my  day  was  bright, 
Ji'     Arid  1  pre fum\.  'twoulJ  ne'er  be  night  j 

rj  I  fail  within  my  h-.art, 
11  Plea  jure  and  peace,  fball  ne'er  depart" 
z  But  3  forget  thine  arm  was  ftiorg, 

Which  mace  my  mount-in  ftand  io  long  5 

Soon  as  thy  r\ce  began  to  hide, 

My  health  was  gone,  my  comforts  died. 

3  I  crie<^  aloud  to  thee  m>  God  j 

*•'  What  canft  thou  profit  by  my  blood  ? 

"  Deep  in  the  dull  can  I  declare 

u  Thy  truthi  or  Ci  g  thy  goodncfi  there  ? 

4  "  Hear  me,  O  God  of  grace,  J  faid, 

u  And  b:ir.£  me  from  among  the  dead  :** 
Thy  word  rebuk'd  the  pains  I  felt, 
Thy  pard'n'iEg  l:ve  rcmjv'd  my  guilt. 

5  My  groans,   and  tears,  and  forms  of  woe, 
Are  turn'd  to  joy  and  piaifes  now  j 

1  throw  my  fackcloth  on  the  ground, 
And  eafe  and  gladnefs  gird  me  rouni. 

6  My  torgue,  the  g'o-.y  of  my  frame, 
Shall  ne'er  be  Blent  of  lb/  name  j 

Thy  praife  mail  found  thro*  earth  andheav'n,) 
For  ficknefs  neal'd,  ami  fins  forgiv'n. 

PSALM  31.  13—21,22,23.  Fuji  Part.    ( 
Deliverance  from  Death. 
I   nrO  thee,  O  God  of  truth  and  love, 
JL        Mj  ipir't  I  commit  ; 
T  nou  haft  rtdeem'd  my  foul  from  death, 
Ai-d  u^u  me  from  the  pit*  2  Dc 


2  Dtfpa'r  and  comfort,  hope  »nd   fear 

MairrainM  a  doubtful  frrjfe  ; 
While  forrow,  pain,  and  fin  coo 
To  talc?  away  my  lifie. 

3  "  A'v  "W  rj  in  thy  bar  J,   ItTj'd. 

*Tl  wgt  I  draw  neap  tbeduft  :•' 
Thou  irt  the  refuge  wh 
The  God  in  whom  I  truft. 

4  0!i  mike  thy  reconciled  face 

cy's  fake, 
For  I'm  en 

I5     A     U     S     E. 

5  *T«rai  in  my  bafte,  my  fplrit  fajd, 

*'  /  mujl  defpah  ana 

Rut  thou  halt  heard  my  oy. 

6  Thy  goc  • 

How  fwcet  thy  fm  ling 
To  th  fe  that  fear thy  m«j  ■•'.   , 
And  trutt  :..  .  race. 

■  Oh  love  the  Lcr4,   all  ye  his  fai&tS) 
An  . 

'  itnts, 
. 

i   A   1  Y  heart  rejoices  In  thy  name, 

i  *JL 

bame, 

f  ;  M  J 

j 

G    2 


78 


P  S  A  L  M    XXXII. 


3  Amorg  mine  enemies  my  name 

A  proverb  v''le  was  g-ewn, 

-  to  my  neighbour?  I  become 
Forgotten  and   unknown. 

4  S!  mder  nnJ  fear  on  evVy  fide, 

Seu'd  and  befet  me  round, 
I  to  thv  throne  of  grace  apply'd, 
AaSfcpcedy  refcut  found* 

Pause. 

5  How  great  dejiv'rance  thou  has  wrought 
Before  the  fons  of  men  ! 
The  lying  l'ps  to  fJence  brought, 
And  made  their  boafting  vain  ! 

5  Thy  children  from  the  fttife  of  tonguea 

Shall  thy  pavilion  lr.de, 
Guard  them  from  infamy  and  wrongs, 

And  crum  the  fons  of  pride. 
7  Within  thy  fecrct  prefencc,  Lord, 

Let  mi  for  ever  dwell  j 
No  fenced  city  wal  Y  and  barr'd 

Secures  a  faint  (o  well. 

P  S  A  L  M     32.     Short  Metre. 
FirBhraufi  of  Si?:s  upon  Ccr:j\ 

1  /~\H  blefted  fouls  are  they 

\^S     Whole  fms  ate  cover'd  o'er; 
Divinely  bleft,  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  mcrr. 

2  They  mourn  their  follies  pMl, 

.  keep  thek  hearts  with  car?  j 
Their  lips  and  lives  without  deceit 
Shall  prove  their  fain  fmceis. 
2  While  I  concealed  my  guilt, 
I  felt  the  feft'ring  wotinc^ 
Till  I  cdlofefs'd  my  flni  to  th:r, 
And  ready  paj 


P  S  A  L  M     XXXII.        79 

4  Let  Tinners  learn  to  p-. 

Let  fain  s  keep  near  the  throne  : 
O.r  help  in  times  of  deep  ciuref?, 
Is  found  in  God  alone. 
1*  S  A  L   M     32.     Common  Metre. 

t  Obedience  ;  or,  Confeffien  and 
Forgivenefs* 

1  T  yQW  bleft  the  man  to  whom  his  God 
Jf"l      No  more  imputes  his  fin, 

vafh'd  in  the  Redeemer's  blood 
Ha:h  nude  his  garments  clean  ! 

2  And  bl?ft  beyond  exprefuon  he, 

Je  debts  are  thus  difcharg'd  ; 
While  from  tl  e  goiltj  bondage  frOB 
Kc  reels  h's  loul  cr. ' 

5  His  fun  it  bates  deceit  and  Lie?, 

lis  wor.'s  ire  all  finceff  : 
He  guards  his  heart,  he  guards  his  eyes^ 
To  keep  his  conference  clear. 
4  While  1  my  inward  guilt  fupprefr, 
No  quiec  could  I  find  ; 
Thy  wrath  lay  burning  :n  my  breaft, 
my  tortur'd  mind. 
d  my  troubled  thought!* 
My  fi  eatM, 

l  my  faults, 
my  pardon  ft . 

6  Thii  mail  invite  thy  faints  to  pr,ay  ; 

Temptations  rife,  and  itren£th  and  fuy 
Is  a  rorgivir  g   (: 

■  M     3*.    Firft  Part.    Lnrz  Metre'* 
met  and  free  Pardon  \    cr,  m  and 

.  ten* 
1    J)  LEST  iat]  e  ever  bleft, 

*~*    '  Godj 

. 

1   i  with  I1I3  Sd .  2  Be- 


8o     PSALM  KXXII,_XXXIII. 

2  Before  his  ju^prnent  feat  the  Lord 

re  permits  hiicriotes  to  rife  j 
He  pleads  no  merit  of   reward) 

And  not  on  works  but  grate  relies. 

3  From  euiie  his  heart  and  I'ps  are  f:te, 

Hit  bo  ruble  joy )  his  holy  fear, 
With  deep  repentance  well  agi    , 
And  join  to  prove  hit  faith  fincere. 

4  Ho»  gl  riotis  is  that  rigbtcoofitfis 

That  hides  and  cance.s  all  his  fins  ! 
While  a  bright  evi   mce  of  grace 

Through  a'l  his  hfe  appears  and  fhines. 

PSALM    32.     Second  rart.    Long  Metre.    , 

A  guilty  Ccnfcience  eafed  by    CcnfeJJion  end  P 
i   11  7HILE  I  keep  fileace  and  conceal 
VV     M    h»aw  my  heart, 

What  torments  doth  my  conf  ience  feel  ! 

What  a?>ric: 
2  IJpread  my  fins  before  the,  Lo  d, 

And  all  my  f'cre*  faults  coo/eft  j 

Thygofpel  fpeakt  a  ladV.irg  word, 

Thine  holy  fr<i:it  fea  s  the  ^ace. 
5   V:    this  fli.ili  eve<y  hurr.b:    . 

M  ike  fwift  zrdrr.fi  s  to  thj  feat  : 

When  fiord  •  of  huge  t  mptatio  s  10I', 

There  (hall    hey  6nd  a  b..ir  re 
4  Flow  f a  e  beneath  thy  wings  I  iir, 

V,  hen  'a  5 

AH  w   en  1  walk)  thy  watchful  eye 

Shal    _ 

P  S  A  L  M     33.    Frr^  Part.  Common  Metre. 
IVojks  of  C 
1    T>  EJOiC    ,   •  he  Lore1, 

JP^     This  *  or k  belongs  to 

Sin 2  of  bis       Oi   .  vcrd, 

Kow  holy,  jot*  and  true  !  2  I 


P  S  A  L  M     XXXIII.         Si 

ercy  and  his  righteoufnefs 
Let  heav'n  and  ear.h  prot 
His  w<.rka  of  natu  c  anu  of  grace 
Reveal  his  wond'ious  name. 

3  His  wo-',   with  energy  divine, 

Thofe  heav'nly  arches  fpread, 

Bade  Itarry  hofls  around  them  fhinf, 

A.  d  light  the  hcav'ns  perv.de. 

4  He  taught  the  fweliing  waves  to  flow 

To  their  a;  pointed  deep  j 
Eac*e  raging   feat  their  limits  know, 
And  ltih  their  flation  keep. 

5  Ve  trnants  of  the  f^aclous  ca.th, 

\\  rith  fear   before  him  f; 
He  fpike,  and  nature  took  its  birth, 
And  reus  on  his  command. 

6  Hefcorrcs  the  an^ry  nation's  rage, 

And  breaks  their  v«-n  dcGgas  , 
His  counfel  Hands  thro'  ev'ry  age, 
And  in  full  glory  (nines. 
'  S  A  L  M    33.     Second  Part.    Common  Metre. 
Creatures  fain,   and  God  AU-fujjicknt, 

1  T>LEST  is  the  nation,   where  the  Lord 
D      Hath  fiVd  his  gracious  throne  j 
Where  he  reveals  his  heav'nly  word, 

A^.d  calls  their  tribes  his  own. 

2  His  eye,  with  infinite  furvey, 

Doei  the  who  e  world  behold  5 
He  lorm'd  us  all  of  equal  Cijy, 
And  knows  cur  feeble  mould. 
lS  are  net  refcu'd  by  the  force 
from  the  grave  ; 
::o:  Courage  of  an  hoife 
Can  h's  bold  rider  (d\c. 

is  tha  ihength  of  beafts  or  mcr?, 
Nor  fprin-sour  fafety  thence  j 
Cut  h  obtaia 

A  ftroog  and  furc  cc.uicc.  5  God 


82         P  S  A  L  M     XXXIII. 

5  God  is  their  fear,  and  God  their  truft  ; 

When  plagues  or  famine  Oread, 
His  watchful  eye  fecures  the  juir, 
Among  ten  thoufand  dead. 

6  Lord,  let  our  hearts  in  th-e  rejrice, 

And  blcfj  us  from  thy  throne  ; 
For  we  have  made  thy  word  our  choice  j 
And  truft  thy  grace  alone. 

PSALM  33.  As  the  u3thPfa]m.    Fir/i  Parti 

Works  of  Creation  and  Providence. 

1  "\7"E  holy  fouls  in  God  rejoice, 

1     Your  Maker's  piaife  becomes  your  voice, 
Great  :s  your  theme,  your  fengs  be  new  5 

Sing  of  his  name,  his  word,  his  wa\s, 

His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace, 
How  \\;fe  and  holy,  j  ft  and  true  [ 

2  Behold,  to  ear  rfs  remove^  ends, 
His  gocdnefs  flows,  his  truth  extends  5 

H  -  powV  ti;e  iieav'nly  archts  fpread  5 
His  word,  with  energ7  divi;  ?, 
Bade  ftarry  hofts  arouno  cherr.  mine, 

A.dL  :t    heav'ns  pervade. 

3  His  hand  cjIIc&s  the  fit. wing  (fas; 
Thofe  wac'^y  cr?2fure:  k  o».  their  phce, 

And  riil  rnc  (tore -ho  jf-  of  ih 
He  Oukc,  and  ^ave  all  rat„re  birth  ; 
And  'n  anu  earth 

His  everiaftin^  orders  iteep. 

4  Let  mo;.  :  :i  «d  adore 
A  <r^  cf  1  .  powV, 

Nor  d„re  jnduigf-  rage  : 

Vain  art  your  thou,  »ak  jour  hand? 

But  h:s  r.tTii3<  cou    fel  fl 

And  rules  the  woild  from  cje  to  age. 

PS  A  L 


-S.vLM  XXXIII,  XXXIV.   83 

;.     As  the  113th  I'fjlm.   Second  Part. 
Creatures  vjir;,  and  God  All-fujjicient. 

OH  happy  nation,  w^cic  the  Lord 
Reveals  the  tre  lure  ct  hi    vord, 
•nlris  his  church,  his  earthly  throne  ! 
His  eye  th>:  heathen  worid  iurvf-ys, 
He  fo:m'd  their  he«rr5,"he  knows  their  ways, 

Bat  God  their  M^kcr  is  u:. known. 
Let  kings  rely  upen  their  hoft, 
And  or"  his  ftrength  the  ch^mpm  boaft, 

In  Tain  th-y  boafl ,  in  rain   ie!y  j 
In  vein  we  trull  the  brutal  force, 
Or  (\>eed  or  courage  of  an  h.  rfc, 
To  guard  his  rider  or  to  By. 
The  arm  of  our  Almgh;y  Lord, 
■r.ore  fecure  defence  afford, 
When  deaths  or  dangers  threat'nmg  (land  : 
Thy  watchful  <*.ye    preserves  thejuft, 
Who  make  thy  name  thei*  fear  and  truft, 

When  wars  or  famine  wafte  the  land. 
In  fickrefs  or  the  blcody  field* 

Our  great  physician  and  our  mield, 
hhall  fend  f.ilvation  from  his  urone  ; 
ait  to  fee  thy  goo-nefs  thine  ; 
Let  us  rejoice  in  help  divine, 
For  all  our  hop:  is  Got!  alone. 

S  A   L   M     34.     firji  Part.    Leng  Metre. 
■  ,   cr,  D:! ivirar.ee  by  Prayer? 

LORD,   I  will  blefs  thee  all  my  days, 
praile  frail  dwell  upon  my  tcn^ue  : 
(hall  glory    in  thy 
i.inis  icjoice  to  heir  the  long. 
■    rmgnify  the  Lord   with  me, 
It  his  name  \ 
I  th1  eternal  God,  and  he 

-  to  fhamc. 

3  1  told 


P  S  A  L  M     XXXIV. 

3  I  told  h;m  all  rr.y  fccrct  grief, 
My  fecrct  groan  ng  rcach'd  bis  cars  5 
He  gave  m>  inward  pains  re  ief, 
And  caim'd  tt.e  tumult  of  my  fears. 

4  To  him  the  poor  lift  up  their  r\e?, 
With  heav'nly  joy  their  faces  mine, 
A  beam  of  mercy  f;om  tre  ikies 
Fills  them  with  light  and  love  divine. 

5  His  holy  angels  pitch  their  tents 
Around  the  men  that  ferve  the  Lord  5 
Oh  fear  and  love  him,  all  his  faints, 
Tafte  of  his  grace,  and  truft  his  word. 

6  The  wild  young  lions,  pinclfd  with  pa'n 
And  hunger,  roar  through  all  the  wood  j 
But  none  uSall  feek  the  Lord  in  vain, 
Nor  want  fupplies  of  red  good. 

PSALM  34.  11  — 12.  Second  Part.  Long  Mel 
jus  Education  \  or,  Injirucliom  of  Pie y. 

1  /CHILDREN,  in  vears  or  knowledge  ycung 
\^j  Ycur  par-  nts1  hepe,  your  parents*  jtiy, 
At  end  the  counfels  of  my  tongue, 

Let  pious  thoughts  your  minds  employ. 

2  If*  you  defire  a  length  of  days, 

And  reace  to  crown  your  mortal  f^ate, 
Retrain  your  feet  from  impious  ways, 
Your  lips  from  flander  and  deceit. 

3  The  eyes  of  God  regard  h"s  faintr, 
His  ears  arc  open  co  their  cries ; 
He  fets  his  ftowr.ing  face  againft 
The  fon<:  of  vi  Jer.ce  and  lies. 

4  To  humble  fouls  and  broken  hearts 
God  with  his  grace  is  ever  nigh  5 
Pardon  and  hope  his  love  imparts 
When  men  in  deep  condition  lie. 

5  He  tells  their  tears,  he  counts  their  prc?ns, 
His  Son  redeems  their  fouls  from  death  5 
His  fprrit  heals  'heir  brckeu  bones, 

His  praifj  employs  their  tuneful  breath. 

P  S  A  L  A 


PSAL  M     XXXIV. 

S  A  L  M   34.  1  — 10.  Fir/}  Part.  Com.  Metr:. 
Pt nyer  and  Praijefor  eminent  Deliverance, 

1  T'LL  blefsthe  Lord  frem  day  to  day  5 
X     How  good  arc  all  his  ways  ! 

Ye  humble  fouls  that  ufeto  pray, 
Come  help  my  lips  to  praife. 

2  Sing  to  the  honour  of  his  name, 

How  a  poor  fuffre?  cry'd, 
Nor  was  his  hope  exposed  to  mam?, 
Nor  was  his  fuit  deny'c. 

3  When  threat'ning  forrows  round  m«  ftocd, 

And  endlefs   fears  a^cfc, 
Like  the  loud   billows  cf  a  flood, 
Redoubling  all  my  woes. 

4  I  told  the  Lor  J  my  fcrediitrefs, 

With  heavy  groans  and  tears  ; 
He  4»ave  my  fharprft  torments  etfej 
And  filenc'c  all  my  fears. 

Pause. 

5  [Oh  tinners,  ccmeand  tafte  his  IovTj 

Come,  learn  his  p!eaunt  wzjs, 
And  let  ycur  c  v.  t  experience  pre ve, 
The  tweet  nef*  of  his  gra^e. 

6  He  bid*  his  angels  pitch  t ■  elr  tents, 

RounH  where  I  i?  children  dwell  j 
What:  ily  care  p  events, 

No  :  tell.] 

:  the  Lor  J,  ye  f  ints  ;f  his  j 
lejulr, 
Hovv  richlj  bled  their  fx  tion  is, 

Who  make  the  Lo.a  their  trufl  • 
Young   "ons  pinch'd  with  hunger  rosr, 
An'    imifb  ii   the  vo  -J  1 

;    poor 
v.  itfa  cv 'tj  needful  good.] 

H  PSALM 


i 


8f>  P  S  A  L  M  XXXIV,   XXXV. 

P  S  A  L   M      34.    11—22.  Second  Part.  C.  M» 
Exhortation  to  Peace  ar.d  Hi  lircfs. 

1  /^OME,  ch'Mren,  learn  to  fear  the  Lord, 
\_j    And  that  your  d?v 

Let  net  a  fa!fe  or  fpUefclwoid 
Be  found  upon  your  tongue. 

2  Depart  from  mi  (chief,  prudiife  love, 

Purfuc  the  works  of  peace  ; 
So  fhall  the  LotA  yojr   ways  approve, 
And  ftt  your  foul  at  eafe. 

3  His  eyes  awake  to  guard  the  juft, 

Kisears  attend  their  cry  ; 
Wh&n  btofcra  fpirita  dwell   in  duft, 
The  God  of  graceisn 

4  \Vh2t  tho*  the  forrews  here  they  tafle 

Aie  fharp  and  tcJious  too, 
The  Lotd  who  faves  them  all  at  lair, 
Is  their  fuppcrter  now. 

5  Evil  fliall  fmite  the  wicked  dead  5 

But  God  fecu res  his  own, 
Prevents  themifchief  when  they  ilide, 
Or  heals  the  bioken  bone. 

6  When  dcfolat-on  like  a  flood 

O'er  the  proud  finner  rolls, 
Saints  find  a  refjge  in  their  God, 

For  he  redeemed  their  fouls. 
PSALM     35.      Ver.    12,  13,  14. 
Ecvs  to  Enemies  j  or,  the  Love  of  Cbriji  to  Sinnert 
typified  in  David. 
j    TjEHOLD  the  love,  the  generous  love 
XJ     That  holy  David  fhows  j 
}3ehold  his  kind  companion  move 
For  his  affiicled  foes. 
<z  When  they  are  fick,  his  foul  complains, 
And  focms  to  feci  the  fmart ; 
The  fpirit  of  the  gofpel  reigns, 

And  melts  his  picus  hc;ut.  3  How 


I    S  A  L  M     XXXVI.  B7 

.  did  his  flowing  tears  condole 
•r  a  brotncr    1c 
And  falling  mortity'd  His  fouf, 
While  tar  their  life  he  pray 'd. 

4  They  groa.Vd,  and  cui  their  bed, 

Vrt  ftiil  he  p!eaus  and   nourni  j 
And  dnjb.t  bkifingion  hil  head 
The  righteous  God  returns. 

5  O  gljiious  type  of  heav'niy   gr2ce  ! 

the  Lord  arpea  s  ; 
:3  curie,  the  Saviour   prays, 
•iars. 

6  If*,  theCrtu  i  i^ing, 

Paid  his  own  deareft  U 

P  3  A  I.  M  36.  5-— 9.  Long  Metre. 
Tie  VtrjtQloni  cr.d  Providence  of  God  j    or,    Girtral 
ienct  and  Special  Crate. 

1  TTIGH  in  the  heat'tii,  eternal  Cod, 
XJL    Thy  goodjsefi  in  full  g! 

ruth  (hall  break  through  ev'r-y  cljai 

2  For  eve-  n     . 

As  mountains  t  ,  • 

augments  arj  a  mighty 

3  Thy  frovidesc?  is  kinl  ami 

:  :  j 
The  whole  creation  is 
But  faints  arc  thy  peculiar  CI     . 

I      -  idC  .-   D     . 


$8        PSALM     XXXVI. 

5  Frcm  the  provifions  of  thy  houfc 
We  mall  be  fed  with  fwcet  re  pall ; 
T  .e:e  mercy  like  a  river  flows, 
And  brings  falvation  to  our  tafie. 

6  Lifei    like  a   fountain  rich  and  free, 
Springs  from  the  prefencc  tf  my  Lord  j 
Aid  in  thy  light  our  fonli  flitU  fee 

glories  ^ro^r. 

PSALM    36.    1,2,5,6,7,9.     Ccm.  Metre. 

led l   t r,   the  Bt'ir.g  and  Attr'f 
. . .-  of  God  ajferttd* 

1  ^"TTHILE  m?n  grow  bold  in  wicked  ways, 

V  V       And  yet  a  God  they  own, 
Jvly  heart  within  m?  ofiea   f 

••   rheii  thooghti  b  -  ietf  thcfe*i  none.'1 

2  Their  thoughts  zn  .  tec  declare 

(V/nate'er  their  lipj  profefs) 
Gad  hath  no  wrath  for  them  to  fear, 
Nor  will  they  fiek  his  g-ace. 

3  What  (bange  fdf-flatt*ry  blinds  their  e; 

13  jt  there's  r.  bafVnJnghow, 

n  they  ilia:.  in  iurprife 

The  terrors  of  tby  pow'r. 

4  Thy  juftice  il  .  its  tarone, 

Th<  tit  away  ; 

Thy  judgmenfa  are  a  world  unknown, 
A  deep  unfathom'd  fzi. 

5  A'jcvc  theft  heav'ns  crea:cd  rouTJ 

Tfej  mercies,   Lord,  extend  j 

truth  out-.ives  the  narrow  boundi, 
Where  time  and  nature  end. 

6  Safety  to  man  ihy  go:dnefs  bring*, 

Nor  overlooka  th-;  beaft  j 

tow  oi  thy  w'ngs 
•     1 

7    [FlOK 


i1  S  A  L  M    X 

[From  the?,  when  creature- rlreami  ron  •    U 

And  m 
Pcrp  '  r» 

%  Though  all  creatt d  I  gl 

An  J  ■  "  -}c'> 

1  day 
I   c  clouds  can  novti  . 

PS  AL  M     36.     1—;.    Short  Metre. 

1  \X7*~*1N  m2H 

<<  I  le  hath  m   faith  »f  0       1      •  1  , 

2  [He  ■• 

In  a  felf-flati 
Till  h!s  da  k  crii  5  f 

3  H!s  heart  is  falfe  arid 

i  fair ; 

. 
i-ates  no  goounrf-  there* 
bed 

He  fcti  his  heart,    and  Un'',    ; 
Top;  a 

'.hurt's  z  6r: , 

i>!uil  one 

■ 
H  2 


90      P  S  A  L  M     XXXVII. 

7  How  excellent  his  love, 

W4er,ce  all  our  fafety  fpring3  ! 
Oh  never  let  my  foul  remove 
F/om  underneath  his  wings. 

PSALM      37.     1— 15.     Firjl  Part. 

The  Cure  ofEnvy>    Fretfulr.efs  and  Unbelief  j    or,   tht 
Rewards  if  the  Righteous  and  the  Wicked. 
I    \\  THY  fh  uld  I  vex  my  foul,  and  fret 
W       To  fee  the  wicked  rife  ? 
Or  envy  finners  waxing  great, 
By  violence  and  lies  ? 
a   As  ftow'y  grafs  cut  down  at  noon, 
Before  the  ev'ning  faces, 
So  mall  thei-r  g'ories  vanifh  foon, 
In  everlalVmg  (hades. 

3  Then  let  me  make  the  Lord  my  tr\ifl> 

And  priclife  all  that's  good  ; 
So  (hall  I  dwell  among  tie  juft, 
And  he  provide  me  food. 

4  I  to  my  God  my  ways  commit, 

And  ch'fr  ul  wait  his  will  ; 
Thy  hand  which  guides  my  doubtful  feet, 
Shall  my  deftres  fulfil. 

5  Mne  innocence  fhalt  thou  difplay, 

And  make  th)  judgments  known, 
Fai '  as  the  light  of  dawning  day, 
And  glorious  as  the  moon. 

6  The  meek  at  laft  '.he  earth  pofTefs, 

A  -d  are  the  heirs  of  heav'n  j 
Tr  e  riches,  wi  h  abundant  peace, 
To  humble  f^uis  are  giv'n. 

Pause. 

7  Red:  in  the  Lore",  and  keep  his  way, 

Nor  let   your  tnge-  nfr, 
Th'.ngh  providen-efhall  Jong  delay, 

To  runifli  haughty  vie*.  S  Let 


PSALM     XXXVII.      91 

S  Let  finners  join  to  break  your  peace, 
And  plot,  and  rage,   and  foam  } 
The  Lord  derides  thorn,  for  he   fees 
Their  day  or  vengeance  come. 
9  They  have  drawn  out  the  threading  fword, 
Have  bent  the  murd'rous  bow, 
To  flay  the  men  that  fear  the  Lord 
And  bring  the  righteou9  low. 
10  My  God  mall  break  their  bows,   and  burn, 
Their  perfecuting  darts, 
Shall  their  own  fwords  againft  them  turn, 
And  pierce  their  ftubborn  hearts. 
PSALM    37.    16,  21,  26—31.  Second  Part, 
Clarity  to  the  Poor  j    or,   Religion  in  Word*  and  Deeds* 

1  117  HY  doth  the  wealthy  wuked  boaft, 

VY       And  grow  profanely  bold  ? 
The  meaneft  portion  of  the  juft,  v 

Exccis  the  tinner's  gold. 

2  The  wicked  borrows  of  his  friends, 

But  ne'er  defigns  to  pay  j 
The  faint  is  merciful  and  lends, 
Nor  turns  the  poor  away. 

3  His  alms  with  lib'ral  heart  he  givei 

Amongft  the  fonsofneedj 
His  mem'ry  to  long  ages  lives, 
And   bletied  is  his  feed. 

4  His  lips  abhor  to  talk  profane, 

To  llander  3:  defraud  ; 
His  ready  tongue  declares  to  men 
VVhac  he  has  Icarn'd  of  God. 

5  The  law  and  gofpel  of  the  Lord 

Deep  in  his  heait  abide  j 

Led  by  the  fpirit  and  the  word 

His  feet  lhall  never  (lide. 

6  When  finners  fall,  the  righteous  (land 

Preferv'd  from  ev'ry  fnare  ; 
They  mall  poflefs  the  promis'd  land, 

And  dwell  :.:  cv;r  there,  PSALM 


92  PSALM  XXXVII,  XXXVIII. 

P  S  A   L   M  37.  Ver.  23—  37.     Third  Parf* 
3  be  PVay  and  End  of  tig  Righteous  and  ihi 

1  \A  V  God,   the  fteps  of  piojs  men 
iy A      Arc  or  er'd  by  thy  will  : 
Thojgh  they  fhou'd  fall,   they   rife  again, 

Thy  hand  Supports  them  Rill. 

2  The  Lord  delights  to  fee  their  ways, 

Thei'  virtu  he  approves  j 
HeM  ne'er  deprive  tiiem  of"  his  grace, 
Nor  leave  the  men  he  loves. 

3  The  heavVly  he  itage  is  the:rs, 

Their  portion  md  their  home  ; 
He  feafts  them  now,  and  make*  them  heirs 
Or"  blefiings  long  to  ccrr.e.        , 

4  Wait  on  thr  Lor--',  jre  fens  of  men, 

Nor  fear  wrnn  tyrants  frown  ; 

Ye  lhall  confofs  their  pride  was  vain, 

When  juft:ce  ca;\s  them  down. 

Pause. 

5  The  haughty  firmer  have  I  fcen 

Not  fearing  nan  n?r  God, 
Like  a  tall  bay-tree  fair  and  green, 
Sprea.'in^  his  arms  abroad. 

6  And  lo,  he  vmifVd  from  the  ground, 

Deftroy'd  by  hands  un feen  j 
Nor  root,  nor  branch,   nor  leaf  was  found 
Where  a.l  that  pride  had  been. 

7  But  mark  the  man  of  righteoufnefs, 

His  fevora!  Heps  attend  ; 
True  pleafure  runs  thio1  ail  his  ways, 
And  peaceful  is  his  end. 
PSALM     33.     Common  Metre. 
Guilt  of  Con fcience  and  Relief;   or,  Repentance  and 
Prayer  for  Pardon  and  Health* 
I      fk   M1DS~"  \hy  wrath  lemem.er  Jove, 
yx     Reftore  thy  fenraht,  Lord, 
Nor  let  a  Father's  thaftVmg  prove 

Like  an  avenger's  fwcrd.  z  Thiol 


PSALM     XXXVIII. 

2  Thine  arrows  flick  within  my  heart, 

My   fklh  is  forely  preft  ; 
Between  the  forrow  and  the  fuiart 
My  fpirit  finds  no  reft. 

3  My  fins  a  heavy  load  appear, 

And  o'er  my  head  aic  gone  ; 
Too  heavy  they  tor  me  to  bear, 
Too  hard  for  me  t'  atone. 

mghca  are  like  a  troubled  fca 
finki  my  comforts  down  j 
And  I  go  mourning  all  thi  day 
Beneath  my  Father's  frown. 

5  Lord  I  am  weaken'd  and  difmay'd, 

None  of  my  powVs  are  whole  ; 
My  wounds  with  picrcinj  angulfh  bleed, 
The  angwifh  of  my  foul. 

6  All  my  dehres  to  thee  are  kr.owa, 

Thine  eye  counts  ev'ry  tear, 
And  ev'ry  figh  and  ev'ry  groan 
Is  notie'd  by  thine  ear. 

7  Thou  art  my  God,  my  only  hope  5 

My  God  will  hear  my  cry, 
My  God  wiil  bear  my  fpirit  up 
When  Satan  bids  me  die. 
S  My  foes  rejoice  whene'er  I  Hide, 
To  fee  my  vi.tue  fail  ; 
They  r^iic  their  pleafure  an.J.  their  pride, 
Whene'er  their  wiles  prevail. 
q  But  I'll  confefs  my  guilty  was, 
And  grieve  for  ail  my  fin  j 

..  how  weak  the  feeds  of  grace, 
And  beg  fupport  divine, 
o  My  God,  forgive  my  rollica  ptftj 
And  be  for  ever  nigh  j 

:  of  my  falvatioo  hafte, 
Before  th)  fciftnt  aic. 


P  S  A  L  M 


94         PSALM  XXXIX. 

PSALM    39.  1,  2,  3.    Firjl  Part.  Com.  Metr 
JVatcbfulnefs  wtr  the  Tongue  j    or,    Prudtna 

1  '"j^HUS  I  ref  the  Lord, 

X       •<  Now  will  I  wutch  my  tongue, 
"  Left  I  let  ilip  one  "nfu":  wo.d, 
<<  Or  di)  m>  lid^hbour  wron^." 

2  Whe^'er  conilrah/d  a  while  to  ftaj 

With  men  of  lives  ^rofane, 
1*11  few  a  double  guard  .hat  day, 
Nor  let  my  talk  be   •an. 

3  Til  fcarce  allow  my  lips  to  fpeak 

The  p:ou3  thoughts  I  feci, 
Left  (cciYirs  mould  i.V  occauon  take 
To  mock  my  holy  zeal. 

4  Yet  if  fome  proper  hour  appear, 

I'll   not  be  over-avr'd, 
But  let  the  fcoffing  finncrs  hear 
That  we  can  fpeak  tor  Cc1. 
PSALM     39.  4,   5,   6,  7.    Second  Part, 
The  Vanity  of  Man  as  mortal. 
*EACH  mc  the  meafurc  of  my  days, 
Thou  mak'  r  of  my  frame  j 
I  would  furvey  IhVs  narrow  fpace, 
And  learn  how  frail  I  am. 
,  A  f^an  is  all  that  we  can  boaft, 
An  inch  or  two  of  time : 
Man  is  but  vanity  and  duft 

In  ail  his  ;".ower  and  prime. 
See  the  vain  race  of  mortals  move 

Like  fhaJows  o'er  the  p-ain  t 
They  rage  and  itrive,  defire  and  love, 

Buc  ail  the  noife  is  vain. 
Some  walk  in  honour's  g2udy  fhow, 

Some  dig  for  goicien  c;e, 
They  toil  for  heirs,  thry  know  not  who, 
And  ftraic  are  fecn  no  moid 

5  m 


T 


-    V  „    V.    Vi> 


Hi  u!d  I  with  orw2;.  for  thea 

From  creuures,   eauh   lod  dull  ? 
They  m?ke  our  expectations  vain, 

And  difappoint  our  truft. 
Now  I  forbid  my  carnal  hop;, 

My   fond  d-lir'S  rrcal  j 
I  give  my  mortal  inhered  up, 

A..d  nuke  my  Cod  my  ail* 

PSALM    39.  Vcr.  9—13,    Third  Part. 
k-Bcd  Devoticu  ;  or,  pleading  'without  refitting* 
OD  of  my  lifr,  look  gently  dawn, 


Gc 


:  lini  f  tec!  j 
But  I  am  dumb  before  thy  throne, 

Nor  dare  difpute  thy  will. 
Difeafes  are  thy  fervinfr,  Lord, 

They  come  :.t  thy  command  ; 
I'll  not  attempt  a  murmuring  word  , 

Againft  thy  chaft'nirf  hand. 
Vet  I  may  plead  with  humble  del, 

Remove  thy  fharp  rebuk-s  : 
My  flrength  COfifuttes,   my  fpirit  dies, 

Through  thy  repeated  ftrokes. 
CrufVd  as  a  moth  beneath  thy  hand, 

We  maulder  to  the  (iuft  ; 
Our  feeble  pow'rs  can  ne'er  withfhnd. 

And  all  our  beaut>'s  loir. 
I'm  but  a  fl ranger  here  below, 

Ai  all  my  fathers  were} 
May  1  be  well  prrpaTd  to  go, 

When  1  the  fwmmens  hear ! 
But  if  my  life  be  fpar'd  a  while 

Before  my  luft  icmove, 
Thv  pr.xilc  (hail  bt  rr  v  tus'nefs  Ail!, 

And  Wi  4:chic  ;;.y  love. 


PSAL  M 


I 


96  PSALM 

PSALM 


XL. 


40.    Ver.   1,  zy  3,  5,  17.  F;V/?  JV,< 
Common  Metre* 


A  Song  of  Deliverance  from  great  Dljireft, 

1  T  Waited  patient  for  the  Lord, 
i  He  bow'd  to  hea.  my  cry  } 
He  faw  me  refting  on  his  wcrd, 

And  brought  folvaticn  nigh. 

2  He  rais'd  me  from  a  horrid  pit, 

Where  mourning  long  I  lay, 
And  from  my  bonds  relea&M  my  feet, 
Deep  bonds  of  miry  clay. 

3  Firm  on  a  rock  he  made  me  (land, 

And  taught  my  cheerful  tongue 
To  praife  'he  wooden  of  his  hand, 
In  a  new  thankful  feng. 

4  Til  fpread  his  works  of  grace  abroad  j 

The  faints  with  joy  fhall  hear, 
And  tinners  learn  to  make  my  God 
Their  only  hc-pe  and  fear. 

5  How  many  are  thy  thougiits  of  love  ; 

Thy  mercies,  Lo^ci,  how  great  ! 
We  have  nor  wotdi  nor  houis  enough 
Their  numbers  to  repeat. 

6  When  Tm  affiled,  pnor  and  low, 

And  lig^t  ard  peact  depart, 

My  God  beholds  my  heavy  woe, 

And  bears  me  on  his  heart. 

PSALM   40.  6—9.    Second  Part,  Com.  Me 
The  Incarnation  and  Sacrifice  of  Cbrlft, 

1    '"pHUS  faith  the  Lord,  "  your  work  is  Tain, 
J.        a  Give  your  but  it-otFriugl  o'er, 
•*  In  dying  feats  and  b'jilock's  flain 
<*  M  v  foul  delights  no  moi:."     • 

*  Thca 


V     S     A     L     M      Al, 

Then  fpak?  the  Saviour,  "  I.o  I'm 

I  v  God,  to  do  thy  will  5 
*  Whatever  tnj  f  cred  bcoks  declare 

'<  Thy  fervant  (hall  fulfil. 
«  Thy  law  is  ever  in  my  fight, 

u  1  keep  it  near  my  hear:  ; 
"  Mine  eyes  are  open'd  with   d« 

*  To  what  thy  lips  impart. * 
.  And  lee  the  blcfc  Redeemer  cumes, 

Th'  etcrnai  Sen  appears, 
And  at  th'  appointed  time  afiumts 

The  body  God  prepares. 
Much  he  reveal'd  h<c  Father's  gr2*c, 

And  much  his  truth  he  fn-wV, 
Andpreach'd    the  wvy  of  righteoufr.cfi 

Where  great  aiTembfiei  ftood. 
6  His  Father's  honour  touched  his  heart. 

He  pity'd  finners  cries, 
And  to  fulfil  a  Saviour's  part: 

Was  made  a  facrifice. 


Pause. 

7  No  blood  or  hearts  on  altars  fhed 

Could  wain  'heconfcier.ee  dean, 

nca  for  all  cur  fin. 
Then  was  the  gren  falvarion  foread, 

And  Satan';  kingdom  fliook  5 
1  I  feed 

The  feratQt'j  head  was  broke* 

PSALM     4c.     5-  — 10.     Long  Metre. 
Cb ' 

THE  wonder?,   Lo»d.  thy  'ovc  has  wrc 
Excacc  our  praife,  fur  mount  cur  thought  -y 


I  Should  I  attempt  the  long  de:a:!, 
Il^'y  fj^eech  \  1  my  numbers  fail. 

1 


a  No 


98 


PSALM      XLI. 


2  No  blood  of  beails  on  alt2rs  fpi.'r, 
Can  c  c3nfe  the  fuii*s  of  men  from  guilt  ; 
}>ut  thcu  ha?b  fct  before  our  eyei 
An  uli-fuilkient  facrifke. 

3  Lo  thine  eternal  Son  appears, 
To  thy  defigni  he  bows  his  ears  ; 
Aiijir.es  a  body  well  pre 
Ant  well  performs  a  woik  (o  hare*. 

4  "  Behold  I  come,   (the  Sav:our  criej, 
((  With  love  and  duty  in  his  eyes,) 
<(  1  come  to  bear  the  heavy  !o;d 
"  Offir.5,  «nd  do  thy  v  i.J,  rry  God. 

5  "  'Tis  written  in  thy  great  decree, 
ii  *Tis  in  thy  book  foretold  of  me, 
<f  I  mud  fulfil  the  Saviour's  part, 

*<  Afid  lo  !  thy  law  is  in  my  heart. 

6  u  I'll  magnify  thy  holy  Jaw, 

"  And  rebels  to  obedience  draw, 

"  When  on  my  crofs  I'm  lifted  high, 

"  Or  to  my  crown  above  the  fow 

7  «  The  fpirit  fhall  defcend  and  mow 

"  What  thou  haft  done  and  what  I  do  ; 

"  The  wond'ring  world  ihall  learn  thy  grace, 

«  And  all  creation  time  thy  praife/' 

PS   A  L  M     41.     1,    2,   3. 

Charity  to  toe  Poor  j   or,  Pi.y  tc  the  Affi'iStd.    : 
I    T>LEST  is  the%man,  whofe  bread  can    rnoi 
O    And  melt  with  pity  to  the  poor, 
Whcfe  foul,   by  f>n^p;thizing  love, 
Feels  what  his  fellow  faints  encure. 
1  His  heart  contrives  for  their  relief 

Wore  good  than  his  own  hands   can  do  j 
He  in  the  time  of  ^en'ral  grief 
Shall  find  die  Lord  has  mercy  to^. 
3  His  foul  frail  live  fecure  on  earth 
Willi  f^crct  blefiings  or  his  head, 
\\h:n  dici'ght,  and  pefdience,  and  dearth* 
Around  him  multiply  their  dead.  4 


r  a  a  u  Ai     -\i-ii.  99 

Or  il  he  langirili  on  his  cnuh, 
Cod  will  pronounce  his  fins  foi^iVn, 
Will  fave  him  win  a  healing  touch, 
Or  take  his   willing  loul  to  heav'fl. 
PSALM    42.    1---9.    Firft  Pert. 
: '  j     j    •  ■:•,   I '    •  •-'     :  .  I 

rjhlp* 
I   \TrITI!  - 

VV        My  God,  to  thee  I  lock  ; 
inti  the  huntcJ  hart  to  find, 
.    ■ 
B   thy  courts  ol  grace, 

So  long  an  abicr.ee  iron  thy  face 
My  heart  end-ares  \. 
3  Temptations  vex  my  v^eary  foul, 
Ana  tcais  are  my  rcpaii  \ 
The  foz  infults  withe;  c  contrcu), 
u  Ar.A  ivberes ycur  God 

v.th  a  mour  ;;.  ft 

1  thiuk  on  an 

to  thy  houfe  dicLnumbers  go* 
And  all  our  work  v.aa  pra'ife. 
it  why,   my  foul,    fink  down  To  Ut 
ath  this  heavy  ioi 
.  :,   why  indulge  c. 
And  ft  a  igaioft  my  GoJ  .- 
H  re  in  the  Lord  wbofe  mighty  land 

Can  all  thy  woei  remove  ; 
For  I  i>.  II 1  1  him  ftand, 

•  I  o  ve  • 
L   M     42.  6— 11. 

Mi 
But  I  nind, 

ind. 


P  S  A  L  M     XLIII. 

2  Kr.ge  trouble  with  tumultuous  no'fe 
Swell  hke  a  (tiy  and  round  mc  fpread  ; 
The  rifin^  waves  drown  z\\  my  joys, 
And  roil  tremendous  o'er  my  head. 

3  Yet  wi  1  the  Lord  command  his  love, 

in  I  addiefs  his  ihrone  by  day, 
Noi  in  the  night  his  g-ace  remove  ; 
The  night  /hall  heir  me  fing  and  pray. 

4  1'il  caft  myfclf  before  his  feet, 

fay,  ft  my  God,  my  hravVJy  rock, 

■  thy  love  i~j  long  forget 
Cool  that  groans  beneath  thy  ftrok:  V* 

5  ihi  chine  my  heart  that  finks  fo  low, 

i  d  my  foul  indulge  her  grief; 
Hope  in  the  Lord  and  pra'fe  him  too  j 
Kj  is  my  reft*  my  fure  relief. 

Gog,   my  moil:  exceeding  jcy, 
Thy  light  and  truth  iha!I  guide  me  Ah  I, 
Thy  word  mull  my  beft  thoughts  employ, 
And  lead  me  to  thine  hcav'nly  hill. 
PSALM     43.     Common  Metre. 

Safety  in  d'rvint  Protection* 
fUDGli  me,   O  God,  and  pie*u  my  caufe., 
Againft  a  finfoi  race  j 
i-iom  vie  oppreOlon  and  deceit 
Secure  me  by  thy  grace. 
z   On  thee  my  ftedfaS  hope  depends, 
And  am  I  left  to  moi  1 
Tj  fink  in  forrows,  and  in  vain 
id  return  ? 

3  Oh  fend  thy  light  10  guide  my  feet, 

I  hid  thy  truth  ftppearj 
j&  me  to  thy  holy  hi!.', 
To  ti?xz  thy  mt:. 

4  Then  to  thy  altar,    O  my  God, 

My  j  yful  feet  fhali  ri.'e, 
And  Hi)  triumphant  f  n^s  ihall  praife 

The  Gad  tnat  rules  th:  ikies.  5  S!n| 


A  L  M    XI 

!c  not  my   C 

:  ueld  to  weak  defpair  ; 
For  I  (hill  live  to  pralfe  the  I  I      , 
And  blefs  his  guardian  care 

P  S  A  L  M     44.     Ver*    1,  2,  Ji  &j  I5«  z6' 

77-e-  Cbu: . 

1    T     ORD,  we  have  heard  thy  works  of  eld, 
I    j     Thy  works  of  pow'l  and  grace, 
1  'oour  ears  our  fathers  told, 
The  wonders  of  their  days. 
v  faw  the  beaut'ous  churches  ill', 
run  j 

ry  from   the  (k\t\ 
Thr  r  temples  mone. 

3  In  God  they  boafteel  all  tht  day, 

And  in  a  cheerful  throng 
Did  thoufands  meet  to  praife  and  pray, 
And  grace  was  til  their  fong. 

4  But  now  our  fouls  are  fciz'd  with  inamc, 

Confufion  fills  our  f.<ce , 
To  hear  the  enemy  blafpheme, 
And  fools  reproach  thy  grace. 
are  we  not  forgot  our  ( 
ilfely  dealt  with  heav*ri, 

E  read 
Of  d  itj  thou  hair  %h 

:  roar 
With  their  definitive  r: 
/ind  thine  own  hand  his  brui/a  u: 
Hard  by  the  gates  of  death. 

Pause. 

We  are  expci'J  all  djy  >, 
A    . 

And  • 

la  ft  Awtki 


P  S  A  L  M    a 

3  Awake,  wife,  almighty  Lor^, 

Why  flc;  s  thy  wonted  grace  ? 
Vvrhy  fhould  we  feem  like  men  abhofd, 

Or  bani/h'd  from  thy  face  ? 
9  Wilt  thou  for  ever  cad  us  off, 

And  ftill  neglect  our  cries  ? 
For  ever  hide  thine  heaw'nly  love 

From  our  affiicted  eyes  ? 

10  Down  to  the  dull  our  foul  is  bow'd, 

And  diss  upon  the  ground  5 
Rife  liar  our  help,  rebuke  the  proud, 
And  all  their  pow'rs  confound. 

11  Redeem  us  from  perpetual  ftiame, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  God  5 
We  plead  the  honours  of  thy  name> 
The  merits  of  thy  blood. , 

PSALM"  45.     Short  Metre. 

IheGloty  ofCbrift*     The  Succefs  of  the  G  off  el 
the  Gentile  Cburcb* 

1    A  /TY  Saviour  and  my  King, 
IV J.     Thy  beauties  are  divine  5 
Thy  lips  with  blefirngs  overP.jw, 
And  ev'ry  grace  is  thine. 
2.  Now  make  thy  glory  kn:  vvn, 
Gird  on  thyd»cadful  fword, 
And  rife  in  majefty  to  foreai 
The  conqueits  of  thy  word. 

3  Strike  through  thy  ftubborn  foes, 

Or  nuke  their  hearts  cbey, 
While  juflice,  meeknefs,  grace  and  truth 
Attend  thy  glorious  >'ay. 

4  Thy  laws,  O  Go ',  are  righf, 

Thy  th'cne  {bj\i  ever  ftand  5 
And  thy  victorious  gcfpel  prove 
A  fc&trt  in  thy  hen:. 

S[Th 


V  S  A  L  M     AL\  , 

y  Father  and  thy  God 
Hath  '..fare  fhed 

His  fpirit  like  *  grateful  oil 
T'  anoint  thy  facred  head,] 
6  Behold  at  thy  right  hand 

The  Gentile  church  is  Teen, 
A  beaut'ous  bride  in  rich  attiie, 
And  princes  guard  the  Queer:. 
-   Ta'.r  bride,  receive  his  lovr, 
rjet  thy  father's  hsufej 
For  fake  thy  gods,  thy  idol  gcHs, 
And  pay  thy  Lord  thy  vows. 
S   0  let  thy  God  and  King 

Thy  fwecteft  thoughts  errj-loy  j 
Thy  children  mall  his  ho  lour  ling, 
And  talle  the  heav'nly  joy. 

P  S  A  L  M     45.     Common  Metre. 

Ibc  per  final  Glories  and  Government  of  CI  1 5 

1  T'LL  fpeak  the  honours  of  my  King, 
JL     His  form  divinely  fair  j 
None  of  thy  fens  of  mortal  race 
May  with  the  Lord  compare. 
z  Sweet  is  thy   fpeech,  and  heav'nly  grac:; 
i  thy  lips  is  fhed  ; 
Thy  God  with  blelTings  infinite 

Hath  crown'd  thy  facred  heaH. 
Gird  on  thy  f.vord  victorious  Prince, 

Ride  with  majedic  fway  j 
Thy  terror  fhali  llnke  throug'i  tljy  focj, 
And  make  the  worltl  obey. 
I  Thy  throne,  ()  Cod,   forever  (UfUt) 
x4  of  grace  Hull  prove 
eptn  10  thy  hand?, 
Tj  1     - 


io4        PSALM    XLV. 

5  Jufttre  and  truth  attend  thee  (till, 
But  rr e;cy  is  thy  choice  : 
And  GoH,  thy  God,  thy  fall  (hall  fill 
With  mcft  peruliar  joys. 

PSALM     45.     Firfi  Part.    Long  Metre. 
The  Glory  o/Chnj},  ar.d  Power  of  bit  GofpeK 

1  X/T^W  be  my  heaitinfri  'd  to  fir.g 
JL%|    Tl  e  glories  of  my  Saviour"  King, 
Jefus  the  Lord  5   how  heav'nly  f»ir 

His  form  !   how  bright  his  beauties  arc  I 

2  O'er  all  the  fons  of  human  race 
He  mines  with  far  fupeiior  grace, 
Love  from  his  lips  divinely  flows, 
And  blefiings  all  his  fiate  compofe. 

3  Drefs  thee  in  arms  moft  mighty  Lord, 
Gird  on  the  terror  of  thy  fword, 

In  nrpjefty  and  glory  ride 

With  truth  and  meckne.fi>  at  thy  fide. 

4  Thine  anger,  like  a  r  ointed  dart, 
Shall  pieice  the  foes  of  ftubborn  heart  j 
Or  words  of  mercy  kind  and  fweet 
Shall  melt  thr  rebels   at  thy  feet. 

5  Thy  throne,  O  God,  for  ever  ftandi, 
Grace  is  the  fcfp  re  in  thy  ha-  ds  ; 
Thy  laws  and  wcks  are  juft  and  right, 
But  gtace  and  juftice  thy  delight. 

6  God,   t  ine  own  God  has  richly  fhed 
Wis  oil  cf  gladnefs  on  thy  head  ; 
And  with  his  (2 ere d  fpirit  blefs'd 
His  firft  bo:n  Son  above  the  leih 

PSALM    45.    Second  Part.    Long  Metre. 
Chrift  and  bis  Cbercl  :   cr,  the  wyfltcalM 
1   'yHE  King  of  faints,   hew  fair  his  face, 
J      A d or n'd  wit)  mdgrKc! 

He  comes  with  bleffinj  >ve, 

And  wins  the  nations  to  his  love.  2 


P  S  A  L  M     XLVI. 

:    right  hand  our  eyes  behold 

Qyjeen  arrayM  in  pureit  gold  5 
The  wor  d  adm.rcs  her  heav'nly  orefa  3 
Hei  robes  of  joy  and  righuoufneis. 

3  He  forms  her  beauties  like  his  own, 
He  cails  aad  feats  her  ne*r  his  throne  j 

-ngcr,   let  thine  heart  forget 

4  So  i.  '  the  moje  rejoice 

te  fav'iite  of  his  choice  ; 
:  ,  be  lov'd  and  yet  a 

For  hei  thy    Maker  and  thy  Lor-', 
i.appy  hour,  when  thou 
1  the 
And  ail  thy  four,   (a  num'roos  tra^n) 
■     a  pi    . -e  in  &lory  rei^n. 
Lleft  honours  crown  his  head  j 
Let  cv'iy  ate  his  praiTea  fpread  $ 

b  cheerful  fongi  approve 
of  h.s  love. 

PSALM     46.     Flrft  Part. 

lal  Dc* 

GOD  19 
.  >  invade  j 

Let  m  >m  their  ieats  be  huri'd 

Down  to  :hs  -  1 , 

I   la, 

Loud  may  t.  >ar> 

I 

4  ■ 


ioG 


PSALM     XLYI. 


4  There  is  a  (Learn,  whofe  gentle  How 
Supplies  the  tiry  of  oar  God  ! 

Life,  love  and    o;'  ft»{l  gliding  thro" 
And  watering  our  divine  abode. 

5  That  facred  ftrerm,  thi^l  holy  word, 
Supports  our  faith,  out  feax  ccntrouis, 
Sweet  iea<e  t>iy   [j/'»mifrs  afford, 

'  And  gi\e  new  ft  (bu}«. 

6  5/3«  enjoys  h  r  Monarchal  '(VJ, 
Secuie  a^-inft  a  tl  o   r  J 
Nor  can  her  firm  foundation  rr.c.  e, 

Built  on  his  truth,  and  mm'j  *i;h  powV. 

PSALM     46.     S<*mk*  Par/. 
<7c</  Jigbti  for  bis  Church, 

I    "1"     ET  Sion  in  her  King  rrjjire, 

J y  Tho*  tyrants  rag?,  and  kingdoms  rife  3 

He  utters  h:s  al might j  1 

The  nations  melt,   the  tumult  dies. 

2,  The  Lord  of  old  for  Jacob  fought, 
And  Jacob's  G<>6  13  (till  our  ?\d  5 
Behold  the  wo/ks  his  hand  has  wrought, 
What  deflations  he  has  made. 

3  From  fea  to  fea,  through  all  his  mores 
He  makes  the  nolle  of  battle  ceafe; 
"When  from  on  high  his  thunder  icar?, 
He  awes  the  trembling  woiid  to  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  bow,  he  cuts  the  fpear, 
Chariots  he  burns  with  hcavViy  flame  3 
Let  earth  in  filent  wonder  heat 
The  found  and  glory  of  his  r 

5  «  Be  mil,  and  learn  that  I  am  God, 
li  I  reig'i  exalted  o'er  the  fcandf, 
"  J  w!1j  be  knovn  and  i^ar'd  ab-oac^, 
«  Bat  ftillmj  throne 

6  0  U 


SALM     XLY1I,  XLVIII.   107 

6  O  Lcrd  of  hoflf,  llmighty  King, 
While  we  To  near  th/  prefcnce  dwell, 
Our  raith  mall  lit   fecure  ami  fing, 
Nor  ftar  the  raging  powers  of  hell. 

PSALM     47. 
.'  afcending  and  reigning* 
I    /^VH  for  a  mout  of  facrr.d  joy 
V^/     To  God  the  fov 'reign  King  ! 
Let  ev'ry  land  their  tongues  employ, 
And   hymns  of  triumph  fing. 
r  (^od  afcends  on  high  j 
His  heav'nly  guards  around 
Attend  him  rihne  thro'  the  fky, 
With  trumpet's  joyful  found. 
3  While  angels  fnout  and  praife  their  Kinj, 
Let  mortals  learn  their  (trains  j 
Let  all  the  earth  his  honours  ling  j 
O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 
4.  Rthearfe  his  praife  with  awe  profound, 
Let  knowledge  guide  the  long  j 
N^r  mock  him  with  a  folcmn  found 
Upon  a^Jioughtiefs  tongue. 
-   In  lira/  flood  his  ancient  throne, 
he  lovM  that  chofen  race  j 
But  now  he  call  the  wrr'.d  his  own, 

And  he«thens  taite  his  grace. 
The  Cent-'e  nations  are    the  Lord'*, 

There  sll raham'%  God  is  known  ; 
Wh'le  pc.w'rs  and  princes,  fhields  and  farorda 
Submit  before  his  throne. 

P    S    A    L    M      4S.      1-8.      Firft  Part, 
'be  Ciurcb  is  (be  Honour  and  Safety  of  a  Nation. 
I   [  ("^  REAT  is  the  Lord  our  God, 
V_T      And  let  his  praife  be  gieat  j 
H'.  rmkei  hii  churches  his  alode, 

His  molt  delightful  feat.  -    1'kcfe 


ic8        PSAL  M     XLVIIIi 

z  Thrfe  temples  of  his  grace, 
How  beautiful  they  ftand  ? 
The  honours  of  our  native   place, 
And  bulwarks  of  cur  land. J 

3  In  Sion  God  is  known 

A  refuge  in  diftrefs  ; 
How  bright  has  his  falvation  d 
How  fair  his  heav'nly  grace  ? 

4  When  kings  againft  her  join'd, 

And  faw  the  Lord  was  there, 
In  wild  confufion  of  the  mind 
They  fled  with  hafty  fear. 

5  When  navies  tall  and  proud 

Attempt  to  fpoil  our  peace, 

He  fends  his  tempefl  roaiin?  loud, 

And  Hnks  th-m  in  the  feas. 

6  Oft  have  our  fathers  told, 

Our  eyes  have  often  feen, 
How  well  our  God  fecures  the  fold 
Where  his  own  flocks  have  been. 

7  In  evVy  new  dif;refs 

We'll  to  his  hcufe  repair, 
Rec?l  to  mind  his  wond'rous  grace, 

And  feek  deliv'rance  there. 
PSALM     48.    20—14.  Second  Part. 
The  Beauty  cftbe  Church  \  or,  G  of  £  el  W or  [kip  andOn 

1  JTT^AK  as  thy  name  is  known 
_£/       The  world  declares  thy  praife5 
Thy  faints,  O  Lord,  befcre  thy  throne 

Their  fongs  of  honour  raife. 

2  With  joy  thy  people  (land 

On  Sion  t  chofen  hill, 
Proclaim  tbc  wonders  of  thy  band, 
And  counfeis  of  thy  will* 

3  Lei  ftrangers  walk  around 

'a  he  city  where  we  dwell, 
Compaq  and  view  thine  holy  ground, 

And  mark  the  building  well.  4  l\ 


P  S  A  L  M    XLL  109 

4.  The  orders  of  thy  houf-, 

The  v.crihip  of"  thy  coj-*. 
The  cheerful  fongs,   tiie  foitmn  vows, 
And  make  a  fair  repcrt. 

5  How  decent  and  how   wife  ! 

How  glorious  to  behold  ! 
Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eyes, 
And  rites  adorn'd  with  gold. 

6  The  God  we  w  or  (hip  now 

Will  guide  ui  \ill  we  die  j 

e  our  God  while  here  below, 
And  ours  above  the  iky. 
S  A  L  M    49.  6—14.  Firft  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
I  Death  j   or,  tl  :  I'an'ity  of  Life  ard RicLa . 

WHY  doth  the  man  ot  riches  grow 
To  infolence  and  pride, 
To  fee  his  wealth  and  honours  flow 

With  ev'ry  rifing  tide  ? 
[Why  doth  he  treat  the  poor  with  fcorn, 

Made  of  the  felf  fame  day, 
And  boaft  as  though  h's  flefh  v.  as  born 

Of  better  duft  than  they  ?] 
Not  all  his  treafures  can  procure 

His  foul  a  fhort  reprieve, 
Redeemed  from  death  o;:e  guilty  hour, 

Or  make  his  brother  livr. 
Eternal  J:fe  can  nt'er  be  fold, 

The  ranfem  is  too  Jr^h  j 
Juftice  wiil  ne'er  be  brib'd  with  gold, 

That  man  may  never  die. 
He  fees  the  brutifh  and  the  wife, 

The  tim'rous  and  the  brave 
Quit  their  pcfleflions,  dole  their  eye?, 

An^  hallen    o  the  grave. 

I  Yet  't:s  his  -rward  thought  and  pride, 
u  My  houfe  /hall  ever  ftand  ; 
il  And  that  my  name  may  leng  abice 
«  Til  giyc  it  to  my  land." 
K 


no      PSALM    XLIX. 

7  Vam  are  hit  thoughts,  Ms  hopes  are  loft,' 
How  foon  his  mem'ry  dies  ! 
Kis  rame  is  buried  in  the  d-jfr, 
Where  his  own  tody  lie:. 

Pa   u   s   e. 

£   This  is  the  folly  of  their  way, 
And  jet  their  fons  as  tain 
Approve  the  words  their  fathen  fay, 
And  z£  their  works  again. 
9  Men  void  ef  wifdom  and  of  grace, 
Tho'  honour  raiie  them  high, 
Live  like  the  beafts  a  thoughtless  race, 
And  like  the  tcaft  they  die. 
10  [Laid  in  the  grave  like  filly  fheep, 
Death  triumphs  o'er  them  there, 
Ti.i  the  laft  trumpet  breaks  their  ileep, 
And  wakes  them  in  defpair.] 

P  S  A  L  Ivl    49.    Ver.  14,  15.     SeccrJPart 

Common  Metre. 

Death  ar.d  the  Rejurreelicn. 

1  "yE  Tons  of  pride,  that  hate  the  jufr, 

A       And  trample  on  ihe  peer, 
When  death  hzs  brought  you  down  to  dufT, 
Your  r-orrp  fhall  rife  no  more. 

2  The  laft  great  day  fhall  change  the  fcene; 

When  will  that  hour  appear  ? 

fhall  thejuft  revive,  and  reign 
O'er  all  that  fcorn'd  them  here  } 

3  Cod  will  rry  naked  fcul  receive, 

CaliM  from  the  world  away, 

And  break  the  prifenof'  the  grave, 

To  raife  my  mouldYing  clay. 

4  Heav'n  is  my  everlafting  home, 

Th1  inheritance  is  fure  j 
Let  men  cf  pride  their  rage  refume, 
But  I'll  ispice  no  more. 

TSAL 


1'   5   A   L   M      ALL  A,    L.         in 
PSALM    49.    Long  Metre. 

Sir.ner's  Death,  an.i  tke  Salr.fi 

1  \1/HY  doth  the  proud  infult  the  poor, 

VV     And  boaii  the  large  eftattt  tbej  have  ! 
How  vain  are  richts  to  fecure 
Th  ir  haughty  owners  from  the  £tz\z  ! 

2  They  can't  redeem  an  hour  from  d< 
With  all  tr.e  wealth  in  which  they  til 
Ivor  give  a  dying  brother  breath, 

When  God  commands  him  down  to  dufl. 

3  There  the  dark  earth  and  difmal  fhade 

theif  naked  bodies  round  j 
.  fo  delicately  fed 
Lies  cold,  and  moulders  in  the  ground. 

4  Like  thoughtlefs  Iheep  the  Gnnei  3 
And  leaves  his  glories  in  the  tomb  ; 
The  faints  fhall  in  the  morning  rife, 
And  hear  th*  opnreiTor's  awful  doom. 

5  His  honours  perifh  in  the  duff, 

.  pomp  and  beauty,    birth  and  Used  j 
That  glorious  day  exalts  the  juft 
I  o  full  dominion  oer  the  proud. 

6  My  Sar'our  thill  my  life  rci'ro.e, 

:.e  from  my  dark  a 
My  fitih  and  foul  Hull  part  r.j 
Bat  dwell  lor  ever  near  my  C 

S  A  L  M   50.  V(r.  1- 
Ibe  laji  Judgment  j  or,  ':d. 

I   npllii  Lord,   the  Judpe,  before  1 
X      Bids  the  whole  e2r:h  draw  ah    , 
The  nations  near  the  riling  fun, 
And  near  the  /', 
a  No  moic  Dull  bold  bleipheaen  f.iy, 

Ko  more  abufe  his  ionfc* 


To  impudence  and  iia. 


I 


112  PSALM     L. 

3  Thron'J  on  a  cloud  our  God  /hall  come, 

Bright  flames  prepare  his  way, 
Thunder  and  darkr.efs,  fire  and  itorm 
Lead  on  the  dreadful  day. 

4  Heav'n  from  arove  hs  call  {hall  hear, 

Attending  angel*  com-, 
And  earth  and  hell  (ha. I  know  aid  fear 
I  keif  doom. 

5  tl  Bit  gather  all  my   faints  (he  cries) 

4<  That  made  their  peace   win  God, 
m  B     the  Redeemer's  fac  ifice, 
u  Ana  fea.'o  it  with  his  blood. 

6  "  T  II    v.-ork*,  bro  ight  forth  to  light,  i 

'•  Sh-ll  make  the  worJcl  confefs 
"  My  fentencc  of  reward  is  right, 
;i  aicie  my  grace." 

P  S  A  L   M      50.     Ver.    10,  II,  14,  15,   23. 

Seccr.J  Part,     Ccmmon  Metre. 

Obedience  is  be  iter  than  Sacrifice, 

1  »"J"»KUS  faith  the  Lord,  "  the  fpacious  fields 

JL        u  And  flocks  and  turds  are  mine, 
"  O'er  all  the  cattle  of  the  hills 
*  I  claim  a  right  ditine. 

2  ci  I  aik  no  fheep  fci  facrifice, 

*'  Nor  bullocks  burnt  with  fire  ; 
11  To  hope  and  love,  to  pray  and  praife, 
"  la  all  that  I  require. 

3  *'  Invoke  my  name  when  trouble's  near> 

"  My  hand  thai]  fet  thee  free  j 
"  Then  thill  thy  thankful  lips  declare 
"  The  honour  due  to  me. 

4  if  The  man  thut  ofleta  humble  praife, 

*'  Declares  my  glory  beft  j 
"  And  thofe  that  tread  my  ho!y  ways, 
oil  my  uivation  tailc." 

PSALM 


PSAL  M    L.  113 

PSALM     50.  />.  1,   5,  8i  16,  *-h   --• 

/\jrf.     Common  Metre. 

Tbf  Judgrr.cr.t  pf  Hypocrite** 
1    ¥  T  THEN  C£r(/?  to judgme  • -nr\ 

VV       An^  Watt  furround  their  Lure, 
He  call";  the  nations  to  attend, 
Am  hear  his  awful  word. 
z  *  Not  for  the  want  of  bullocks  flain 
*•  Will  I  the  world  reprove  ; 
M  jfytars  end  rite?,  and  forms  ar?  taifl 
♦   V  love. 

It  have  hypocrires  to  do 
w    ro  brin 
«  They  call  my  fhtutes  juft  and  true, 
44  But  deal  in  theft  ana*  lies. 
4  m  Could  you  expect  to  Jfcape  my  fight, 
^d  fin  without  con: 
<<  But  1  mall  bring  your  crime*  to  ;' 
**  With  inguifh  in  yow  • 
Bder,  ye,  that  flight  the  Lord, 
rear ; 
Ifooceyoufall  beneath  his  fweri, 
Tl  -  ere. 

P  S 

1  rT~*  1  churches  Wi 

J. 

1  place  the  r  hope  in  litej  . 
But  make  not  faith  nor  leve  ihcir  car*. 

2  Vile  wretch  el  dare  rehearfe  his  name 

ho,  d  and  del 
A  f  iend  01  ne, 

ertfa       ihej 

>ouri  wroagj 
laker*!  face  ; 
•   take  hii  cov*  int     1  their  tongue, 
But  break  bis  l»*i, 

K  3 


t4  P  S  A  L  M     L. 

4  To  hrav'n  they  lift  their  hands  unclean, 
D-ri  *(i  -»irh    uf>,  dcfii'd  with  blood  j 
By  nigh:  they  praOife  every  fi?, 
By  day  their  mouths  draw  near  to  God, 

5  And  while  his  j  dements  long  delay, 
They  grow  fccnre  and  fin  the  more  ; 
They  thi  k  he  fl  eps  as  well  as  rhey, 
And  put  far  oft"  the  dreadful  hour. 

6  Oh  dn-adful  hour  !  when  God  draws  near. 
And  f>ts  their  c  imes  before  their  eyes  ! 
His  wrath  their  guilty  fouls  fhall  tear, 
And  no  deliv'rer  dare  ta  rife. 

PSALM     50.     To  a  new  Tunc. 
The  laft  Judgment* 

THE  Lore*,  the  fovVei5n  lends  his  fumrnom  fortlv 
Ca  Is  the  foutb  nations,  and  awakes  the  north 
From  Eafi  ro  V/eJl  the  founding  orders  fpread 
Th'o1  diliant  worlds  and  regions  of  the  dead  \ 
N  ■  mo;e  fhill  atheifts  mock  his  long  delay  ; 
His  veng'an^e  fieeps  no  more  j   behold  the  day. 

■  Behold  the  Jndge  r'efcends  j  his  guards  are  nigh, 
Temp<*ft  am"  fire  attend  him  down  the  /ky  ; 
H-avV?,  -arth  and  hill,  draw  near  j  let  all  things  con 
To  hear  h's  juftice  and  the  finners*  <*oom  j 
But  gather  firft  my  faints  (the  Jud^e  commands) 
Bring  them,  ye  anpels,  from  their  diftant  lands. 

\  Behold  my  covVant  ftands  for  ever  good, 
Seal'd  by  th'  eternal  facrifice  in  blood, 
And  fign'd  with  all  their  names  5  the  Greek  the  Jt 
That  caid  the  nruient  worfliip  or  the  new, 
There's  no  ciiiin&icn  her?,  prepare  their  throne: 
And  near  me  feat  my  fav'rites  and  my  fons. 

\  I,  the  a'mighty  Saviour  and  their  God, 
I  am  their  j uHgt  j   Ye  heav'ns  proclaim  abroad 
My  jiift  eternal  fentence,   and  declare 
Thof?  awful  truths,  that  finne  1  dread  to  hear  5 
Sinners  in  Sim,  tremble  and  retire; 
I  doom  ti»e  painted  hypoaiie  to  fiic.  5  N 


PSALM      L. 

5  Mot  for  the  want  of  goats  or  bullocks  (lain  ^ 

una  thee;   bulla  and  goats  are  va'n, 
Without  the  tUme  of  love  j  in  vain  the  (lore 
Of  brutal  oirYings  that  were  mint  be  ore  j 

ire  the  ta  ncr  beads  and  fav?ge  breed, 
Tlocks,  herds,  and  fields,  and  'orrfts  where  they  feed. 

6  It*  I  were  hungry,  would  I  afk  thee  rood  ? 
When  did  I    thiift,  or  taftethe  viaim'i  blood  ? 
Can  1  be  tUtter'd  with  thy  cringing  bows, 
Thy  folemn  chattV.ngs  and  r'antaftic  vows  ? 
Are  my  ejes  charm'd  thy  veftments  to  behold, 
Glaring  in  gems,   and  ^ay  in   woven  gold  ? 

7  Unthinking  wretch  !  howcould'ft  thou  hope  to  p'eafe 
A  God,  a  (pint)   with   fuch  toys  as  thefc  ? 
While  with  my  grace  anc  ftatutes  on  thy  tongue 
Thou  lov'il  deceit,  and  doft  thy  brother  wrong  j 

In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  preten-  ?, 

ITnievcs  and  aduli'rers  are  thy  chofen  friends. 
3    Silent  I  waited  with  long-fufTring  love, 
tidft  thou  hope  that  1  lluuld  ne'er  reprove  ? 
SAnd  cherifh  fuch  an  impious  thought  within, 
That  God  the  righteous  would  indulge  thy  lin  r 
Peholi  my  terrors  n  iw  ;   my  thunders  roll, 
And  thy  own  crimes  affright  thy  guilty  foul. 
9  Sinners,  awake  betimes  j   ye  fools,  be  wife  j 
Awake  before  this  dreadful  morning  rift  j 
Change  your  vain  th  ;u6hts,  your  fiaful  works  amend; 
Fly  to  the  Saviour,  make  the  Judge  your  friend  j 
Lell  like  a  lion  his  laft  yei.g'ance  tear 
tj      Your  trembling  fouls,  and  no  deliv'rer  near. 

PSALM     50.    To  the  o:d  proper  Tune. 
The  lafl  Judgment. 
1   TPHE  God  of  ^ior y  ftn da  his  fummons  forth, 
J.      Calls  iht  four  b  nations  and  awakes  the 
From  eajl  to  xuejl  the  fov'reign  orders  fyread, 
Thro'  diitant  worlds  and  regions  of  the  dead. 
xpet  founds  y  bell  tremblei%  t.cai/n  r$j 
Lijt  -.-  y*  faint  t%  wi:b  cbeerfui  1 

\ 


si6  PSALM      L. 

2,  No  more  ffca'l  ithelftl  mock  his  long  delay  j 
Hii  veng*an«-«  fleets  n^  more:   behold  the  day; 
Behold  the  Jui^ge  drfcrnds  j   hs  g cards  a»e  n'gh  J 
Temp^it  ai  a  hr  attend  h  m  -own  the  /ky. 
r  :d  appears ,  a//  nature  f  all  adore  him  j 

While  finners  tremble ,  y^/w/j  rejoice  £<r/l>< 

3  "  He.w'n,  ea-th,  and  hell,  draw  near ;  ler  all  thing; 
"  To  hear  my  juftice  and  the  diirer,s  do.  m  :  [come 
f<  But  gather  firfl  my  faints  ;  the  Jod*e  commands  : 
"  B  in?  rhem,  ye  a  >gels,  from  their  diftant  lands. 

When  Cb.-ift  returns,  ivake  evry  cheerful  pajfl 
And  pout,  ye  faints,  he  come?  for  ycur  falvation. 

4  u  Behold  my  cov'zant  ftands  for  ever  gore!, 
u  Seal'd  by  ?h'  eternal  facrifice  in  blocd, 

M  And  fignM  with  ail  their  names  j   the  C>         C 
u  That  raid  the  ^nci'nt  worflTp  or  the  new. 
There's  no  difiinclion  here  ;  join  all  your  voices, 
And  raife  your  heads,  ye  faints,  for  heavn  rejoices, 

5  *(H:re  (faith  the  Lord)  ye  angels  fpread  thrir throne 
i(  And  near  me  feat  my  flVritee  and  my  fons, 
u  Cam0,  my  redeemed,  pofleA  the  joys  preparM 
'*  Ere  time  began,  'tis  >our  divine  reward. 

When  Chrifl  returns,   zvake  evry  cheerful  p.: 
And  pouty  ye  faints  r  he  comes  for  your  falvation. 

Pause     the  Fiift. 

6  "I  am  the  Saviour,  I  th'  almighty  Cod, 
tl  The  fjvVeign  Judge  :  ye  heavVis  proclaim  abroa 
,f  rVlyjufl eternal  f  ntence,  and  dec'a  e 

<f  Thofe  awful  truths  that  finners  dread  to  hear. 
When  Gjd  apnea's  all  nature  pi  all  adore  him, 
Whi'e  finners  tremble,  flints  rejoice  before  him. 

7  w  Stand  frth,  tlv  u  bold  biafyhemer,  and  profane 
"Now fee!  my  wrath,  nor  call  my  trreat'ni"gs  vain1 
u  Thou  hypocr  te,  once  d'eft  ifl  faint's  atthe, 
a  1  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  fiie. 

jfudgment  proceeds,  hell  trembles,  heavn  rejoices  ; 
Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints,  with  dec-ful  voices. 

8  "Not 


PSALM     L  117 

8  "  Not  tor  the  want  of  goats,  or  bullocks  flain 
<4  Do  1  condemn  thee  j    bulls  and  goats  are  \An 
(i  Without  the  flames  or*  love;  in  vain  the  (lore 
"  Of  1  rural  orPrings  fiat  were  mine  before. 

Ejrtb  is  the  Lord's ,  all  nature  (hall  adote  bim  j 
WoiUJinncrs  tremble,  faints   rejoice  before  him. 

9  W  If  I  were  hungry,   wou  d  I  alk  ihee  bod  ? 

ink  :ny  o  block's  blood  ? 
are   tk«  La  :iv.r  beads  and  favage  breed, 
eras,  and  fields,  ?nd  fr.refts  where  they 
411  is  tie  Lord's,  be  rules  the  ivide  creation  j  [teed. 

jives  i.  0fl<e$  and  the  faints  falvatisn* 

to  «'  Can  I  je  JUtter'd  wi.h  thy  cringing  bows, 
Ci  Thy  f^lenjn  chatt'ringl  and  fan.altic  vows  I 
*'  Are  my  e\  es  crusm'd  thy  veftments  to  behold, 
*'  Glaring  in  gems,  and  >y  in  moitn  gold  ? 
lod  is  the  judge  of  hearts,   no  fair  difguifes 
an  f crew  the  guilty  luhcn  his  vengeance  rifes* 

Pause     the  Second. 

1  "  Unthinking  wretch  !   hovJ   could'tr.  thou  hope  to 
"  A  God,  a  fpir'r,  with  fuch  toys  as  thefe  f      [pteafe 
*«  While  with  my  grace  and  ftatutes  on  thy  tongue 
"  Thou  Jov'ft  deceit,  ,.nd  doit  thy  brother  wrong. 

Judgment  proceeds,   hell  trembles,  beav  n  rejoices; 
tft  up  your  beads,  ye  faints,  <witb  cheerful  voices* 

2  ii  In  v*'n  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretends  5 

"  Thieves  and  adult'rers  are  thy  chofen  friends  ; 
•'  While  the  f3l(e  Aatt'ffj  at  my  altar  waits, 
,l  Hi.  hardenM  foul  divine  initru&'.on  hate6. 
od  is  the  judge  of  hearts,   n$  fair  difguifes 
an  fcreen  the  guilty  ivhcn  his  vengeance  rifes, 

3  *  Silent  I  waited  w,th  long  fuif'ring  love  5 

Jj  But' li  )>z  that  I  mould  ne'er  reprove  ? 

"  And  cherilh  fuch  an  impious  theught  v.ithin, 
r  That  ihe  Ail-Holy  would  indulge  thy  I'm  ? 

ippeari)  all  nations  join  /'  adore  bim  ; 
wdtment  proceeds^  and  Jinncts  full  before  him. 

14  4»  Beheld 


j, 8  P  S  A  L  M     LI. 

34  «<  Behold  my  terrors  now  ;  my  thunders  roll, 
"  And  thy  own  crimes  affright  thy  guiky  foul  ; 
««  Now  like  a  lion  mall  my  vengeance  tear 
u  Thy  bleeding  heart,  and  no  deliv'rer  near. 
'Judgment  concludes,  bell  trembles,  keavn  rtji 
Lift  up  your  beads,  ye  faints,  with  cbeerful  'voices* 

E.  inhonema. 

15  u  Sinners  awake  betimes  j  ye  fools  be  wife  j 
tl  Awake  before  this  dreadful  morning  rift : 
11  C  lange  your  vaia  thou.lr.s,  your  finful    works 

amend, 
M  Fly  to  the  Saviuur,  make  the  Judge  your  friend. 
Then  join  the  faints,  ivake    en/ry  cbeerful  pajfion^ 
Wbtn  Cbrifi  returns,  be  comes  for  your  fall. 

PSALM    51.    Firji  Part.    Long  Metre* 
A  Penitent  pleading  for  Par  ion  • 

J   QHEW  pity,  Lord,  O  Lord,  foiglyc, 
j^  Let  a  repeating  rebel  live  j 
.Are  nou  thy  mtrcics  large  and  rree  ? 
May  not  a  finncr  Uud  in  thee  ? 

-z  My  crimes  are  great,   but  can't  furpafs 
The  pew'r  and  glory  of  thy  grace  j 
Great  God,   thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  thy  pard'ning  love  be  found  ? 

3  O  waih  my  foul  from  ev'ry  fin, 
Ana  make  my  guilty  conference  clean  ; 
Hereon  my  heart  the  burden  lie?, 
And  pa£  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

4  My  Tips  with  fhame  my  fins  confefa 
Againlt  thy  law,   2g*iaft  thy  grace  ; 
Lard,  {hall  thy  judgment  grow  fcve.e, 
1  am  condenVd  but  thou  ait  clear. 

5  Should  fudden  vengeance  feize  my  breath, 
I  mult  pronounce  thee  jufr  in  dtath  } 
And  if  my  foul  were  fent  to  hell, 
Thy  righteous  lavt  approves  it  well  6  Yet 


PSALM    LI.  iv) 

6    Vet  Tave  a  trembling  finner,  Lord, 

Whofe  hope  ftill  hov'ring  round  lhy  word, 
Would  light  on  fomc  fweet  promise  there, 
Some  fure  fupport  againft  defpair. 

PSALM    51.    Scccr.d  Part.    Long  Metre* 

Original  and  aBual  Sin  ccnf'jfcd. 

1    T     ORD,  I  am  vile,  conceiv'd  in  fin, 
1    j  And  born  unholy  and  unclean, 

Spuing  from  the  man  whole  guilty  tall 

Corrupts  1  he  race,    and  taints  us  all. 
z   Soon  as  we  draw  our  infant  breath, 

The  feeds  of  fin  grow  up  for  death  $ 

The  law  demands  a  perfect  heart  j 

But  we're  defil'd  in  ev'ry  part. 

3  [Great  God  create  my  heart  a-new, 
And  form  my  fpirit  pure  and  rrue  j 
Oh  make  me  wife  betimes  to  fpy 
My  danber  and  my  remedy.] 

4  Behold  I  fall  before  thy  face  j 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace  j 

No  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean  3 
The  leprcfy  lies  deep  within. 

5  No  bleeding  bird,   nor  bleeding  beaft, 
Nor  hyfop-branch,  nor  fprinkling  piie(r, 
Nor  running  brook,   nor  flood,  nor  lea, 
Can  warn  the  difmal  ltain  away. 

6  Jtfus,  my  God,  thy  blood  alone 
Harh  pow'r  fufficient  to  atone  j 

Thy  blood  can  make  me  white  as  fnow  j 
No  Jrwijb  types  couid  cleanfe  me  fo. 

7  While  guilt  difturbs  end  breaks  my  peace, 
Nor  fleih  nor  foul  hath  reft  or  eafe  j 
Lord,  let  me  hear  thy  pard'ning  *oice  ; 
/ind  mak:  my  broken  heait  jejoice. 

PSALM 


12o  PSALM     LI. 

PSALM     51.    Third  Part.     Long  Metre. 

The  Backjlider  rejiored  ;   or,  Repertar.ce  ar.d  Faith 
the  Blood  cf  Chrijl. 

3   /~\  Thou  that  hear'ft  when  tinners  cry, 
\_y   Though  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie. 
Behold  them  not  with  angry  look, 
But  blot  their  mem'ry  from  thy  book. 

2,  Create  my  nature  pure  wnh'n, 
And  form  my  foul  averfe  to  fin  : 
Let  thy  good  fpirit  ne'er  depart, 
Nor  hide  thy  pre  fence  from  my  heart. 

3  I  cannot  lire  w'thout  thy  light, 

Caft  out  and  baniih'd  from  thy  fight  5 
Thine  holy  joys,  my  God  reftore, 
And  guard  me,  that  I  fall  no  more. 

4  Though  I  have  griev'd  thy  fpirit,  Lord, 
Thy  help   and  comfort  ftill  afford, 

And  let  a  wretch  come  near  thy  throne* 
To  f  lead  the  merits  cf  thy  Son. 

5  A  broken  heart  my  God,  my  King, 
Is  all  the  facrifice  I  bring  ; 

The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  defpife 
A  broken  heart  for  facrifice. 

6  My  foul  lies  humbled  in  theduft, 
And  own  thy  dreadful  fentence  jufl  ; 
Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitjing  eye, 
And  fave  the  foulcondemn'd  to  die. 

7  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways  5 
Sinners  fhall  learn  thy  fov'reign  grace  j 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  they  mail  praife  -a  pard'ning  God. 

S  O  may  thy  love  infpire  my  tongue  ! 
Salvation  inall  be  ail  my  fong  $ 
And  all  my  pow'rs  ftiall  join  to  blefs 
The  Lord  my  ftrcngth  and  righteoufnefs. 

PSAU 


P  S  A  L  M    LI.  ffii 

PSALM  51.  J.J j 3.    Firfi  Part.  Com.  M 
Original  end  actual  Sin  corfefjed  and  para. 
1    T     ORD,   I  would  fpread  my  fo«e  diilicfs 

JH /  And  guilt  before  thine  eyes ; 

nfl  thy  Jaws,  again*!  thy  grace* 
high  my  crimes  arife  ! 
2  Should  ft  thou  condemn  my  foul  to  hell, 
Ard  crufa  my  fieih  to  eufr, 
Heai  n  would  approve  thy  vengeance  well, 
.  earth  mu;l  own  kjuft. 
N  flock,  of  y&/.:/\  ca;i;e, 
l-'nholy  and  unclean  5 
All  my  original  is  lhame. 
And  all  my  nature  fin. 

4  Born  in  a  worid  of  guilt,  I  drew 

Contag'cn  with  my  breath  ; 
And  as  my  da;s  adrane'd,    I  grew 
A  jufter  prey  for  death. 

5  Cteaufe  me,  O  Lcrc1,   and  che?r  my  foul 

With  thy  forgiving  love  ; 
Oh  make  my  broken  fpirit  wl 
And  bid  my  pains  remove. 
0  Let  not  thy  fpirit  e'er  depart, 
Nor  drive  me  from  thy  face  ; 
Create  l-new  my  ricou's  hear:, 
And 
7  Then  will  I  make  thy  mercy  known 
Before  the  fons  cf  men  j 
Backfiidcrs  /hail  addrefs  thy  throne 
And  turn  to  Cud  again. 

ALM  ci.  14—17.  Stand  P,rt.  Com.  " 
j 

;•  love. 


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P  S  A  L  M    Lit 

2  Give  me  the  pre  fence  of  thy  pTacc, 

Then  my  rejoicing  tcngue 
Shall  TpCuk  aloud  thy  righteoufnefs, 
And  make  thy  praifc  my  fong. 

3  No  blood  of  goats  nor  heifer  flain 

For  fin  could  e>r  atone  ; 
The  death  of  Chrift  mall  ftill  remain 
Sufficient  and  alone. 

4  A  foul  oppreft  with  fin's  defert 

Mj  Gcd  will  ne'er  defpife  ; 
A  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart 
Is  cur  befc  facrifice. 

PSALM     51.     Common  Metre. 

Tie  Difappo'intment  of  tie  Wicked. 

1   \^7*^Y  ft\°u\d  the  mighty  make  their  boafl 
V  /       And  heav'nly  grace  dt(^\Ce  ? 
In  their  own  zrm  they  rut  their  truft. 
And  nil  their  mouth  with  lies. 
3  Eut  Gcd  in  vengeance  fhall  deftroy, 
And  r.rive  them  from  his  face ; 
]Co  mere  fhall  they  hie  church  annoy, 
Nor  find  en  earth  a  place. 

3  But  like  a  enlturM  clive  grove, 

Drcft  in  immortal  gieen, 
Thy  children,  blooming  in  thy  love, 
Amid  thy  courts  are  feen. 

4  Cn  t'.'ine  eternal  fc:~ce,  O  Lord, 

reft  f^curr, 
And  all  who  trull  thy  hory  ivord, 
Shu'l  tind  ialvation  fure. 

PSALM     52.     Long  Metre. 

Felly  of  Self -Dependence. 


hero  bcaft 
.  warhke  hi 

Jefolation  **£«  2 


(bou)d  the  haughty   ..v.^  HUMi   . 
\      His  vengeful  arm,  h 


P  S  A  L  M     LIU. 

2  Htjojl  to  hear  the  captive's  cry, 
The  -iii,  the  orphan**  fig 

•hen  the  weary 'd  fword  would  fpare, 
His  falfhood  fprcads  the  ratal  f 

3  He  triumphs  in  the  cutis  of  v. : 
And  arms  with  rage  his  impious  Con 

tk  pride  procia  ms  his  dreadful  row'r, 
And  bids  the  tre  -wiing  world  i 
tt  God  beh  ...s,   aid  with  a  frowi  p 

.c  >UI  :■  ~-ih 

.  ..ail  the  proud  opprctlci 
5   Hew  low  the  in. 

efpife  ; 
And  vainly  oeenYd  wi:ii  envious  jcy, 
His  arm  ft! 

'aife  (hie  Lr,; 
.'.  Tent  falvation  from  the  flc  es ; 
:".ir.ts  who  few  cut  n.ou  nful  d 
priteful  fongi  i 

r  s  al  U    :%    . 

..;'ion, 
I       A    RE  all  the  foes  or"  Sun  foo's 

Do  the 

3  In  v»in  the  Tons  of 

4  Oh  tar  a  word  fire 

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i24     PS  A  L  M     LIV,  LV. 

PSALM     54.     Common  Metre* 

1  TOEHOLD  us,  Lord,  and  Jet  our  cry 
O      Before  thy  throne  afcend, 

Ciil  thou  on  us  a  pitying  t)  e, 
And  ilill  our  lives  defend, 

2  For  0auBhc'zin£  foes  infult  us  round, 

Oppreflive,  proud  and  vain, 
They  call  thy  temples  to  the  ground, 
An  J  all  our  rites  profane. 

3  Yet  thy  forgiving  grace  we  truft, 

And  in  thy  pow'r  rejoice  j 
Thine  arm  mall  crufh  our  foes  to  duft, 
Thy  frail  e  infwire  our  voice. 

4  Be  thou  with  thofe  who rc  friendly  hand 

Upheld  us  in  diftrefs, 
Extend  thy  truth  thrcugh  ev'ry  land, 
A  ad  iliii  thy  people  biefs. 

PSALM  55.  1-  -2,  16,  17,  18,  22.  Com.  Metre. 

Support  for  the  ajfiiEled  and  tempted  Soul, 
God,  my  refuge,  hear  my  cries, 


Behold  my  flowing  tears, 
For  earth  and  hell  my  hurt  deviie, 

And  triumph  in  my  fears. 
Their  rage  is  level'd  at  my  life, 

My  foul  with  guilt  they  load, 
And  fill  my  thoughts  with  inward  ftrife, 

To  make  my  hope  in  God. 
What  inward  pains  my  heart-firings  wound, 

I  groan  with  ev'ry  breath  ; 
Honor  and  fear  befet  me  round 

Amon^it  the  fhades  of  death. 
Oh  were  I  like  a  feather'd  dove, 

And  innocence  had  wings  ; 
I'd  fly,  and  make  a  long  remove 

From  all  thcU  reliefs  things.  5  Let 


p  i  :    i.\ . 

Le:  rr.r  to  fc-rr.c-  wi.d  it&\ 

:  find  a  pea.. 
Where  ftorms  or   : 
Temptations  r.cvf  l 

-s  d'.\ 
To  Ycape  the  ra:  ! 

. 
Car,  lave  me  bflK  as  v 


t  Til  feck,  hit 

The  i  -  ■   • 

Nor  will  he  Ion*  deny. 

.y  foul  fro-r^.  ' 
Or  fhieJd  me  when  arViid  ; 
Ttn  '.  IC  '...'ard  angels  III 
If  he  command  their  aid. 
9  I  caf:  my  burdens  on  tu.e  Led, 
The  Lord  I  all ; 
Mjf  I  :d? 
.  ;.:*er  fall. 


•    ,ile  cruel  -nd  dec- 
PS  A  L 
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i  v 

;  Cod 
111  •  :'.h. 

•hcughts  a.' 
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P-SAl  M    LVt. 

3  Thcu  wilt  guard  my  cries, 

0  my  eternal  God, 

Wh  le  fmners  perifh  in  furprife 
Beneath  thine  angry  rod. 

4  Beciufe  they  dwell  at  cafe, 

And  no  (ad  changes  fee), 
They  neither  fear  nor  trufi:  thy  nam?. 

Nor  learn  to  do  thy  will. 
£  But  I  with  all  my  cares, 

Will  lean  upon  the  Lord  ; 
I'll  caft  my  burdens  on  his  arm, 

And  reft  upon  his  word. 
6  His  arm  fliali  well  fuftain 

The  children  of  his  love  ; 
The  ground  on  which  their  fafety  flands, 

No  earthly  pow'r  can  move. 

PSALM     56.    Common  Metre. 

ranee  from   Opprejfion  and  Faljhnod  ;  or,  Gel 
Cart  of  bit  Peop/e,  in  Anjiver  to  Faith  and  Prayer* 

Thou  whofc  juftice  re^ns  on  high, 
And  makes  th'  cnprefTor  ceafe, 
Bt'hold  how  envious  finneis  try 
To  vex  and  bicak  my  peace. 
2  Th5  fons  of  violence  and  lies 
Join  to  devour  me,  Lord  5 
But  as  my  hourly  dangers  rifo, 
My  refuge  is  thy  wcrd. 
\n  God  moil  holy,  juft,  and  true, 

1  have  repos'd  my  truft  \ 
Nor  will  I  fear  what  fiefli  can  do, 

The  offspring  of  the  duft. 

I  -y  wreft  my  words  to  mifchief  ftill, 

Charge  me  w<th  unknown  faulte  j 

Enifchiefs  all  their  counfels  fill, 

Hja>Uc  ail  their  thoughts. 

5  ShaP 


o 


PSALM     LVII.         127 

5  Shall  they  efcape  without  thy  frewn  ? 

Mult  their  devices  (land  i 
Oh  caft  the  haughty  finner  down, 
And  let  him  know  thy  haad  ! 

Pause. 

6  God  fees  the  forrowsof  his  faint3, 

Their  groans  afreel  his  eais ; 
Thy  rrerey  counts  my  julr.  complaiftt?^ 
And  numbers  all  my  tears. 

7  When  to  thy  throne  I  raife  my  cry 

The  wicktd  fear  and  flee  : 
S«  fwift  is  pray'r  to  reach  the  fky, 
So  near  is  God  to  me. 

8  In  thee,  mart  holy,  juil,  and  true5 

I  have  repos'd  my  truft  j 
Nor  will  I  fear  what  man  can  do, 
The  offspring  of  the  dull. 

9  Thy  folemn  vows  are  on  me,  Lord, 

Thou  (halt  receive  my  praife  ; 
I'll  Gng,  boiu  faithful  is  tby  iuord ! 

Hoiu  rightecus  all  tby  ivays  ! 
m  haft  fecur'd  my  foul  from  death, 

Oh  let  thy  pris'ner  free, 
That  heart  and  hand,  and  life  and  breath 

May  be  employ 'd  for  thee. 

PSALM     57. 
Praife  and  Protection  :   Grace  and  Truth. 

MY  God  in  vv  horn  are  all  the  lprings, 
Of  boundlefs  love  and  grace  unknowa, 
Hide  me  beneath  thy  fpreading  wing?, 
Till  the  dark  cloud  is  overblown. 
Up  to  the  heav'ns  I  fend  my  cry, 

"'1  my  dclirea  perform  j 
Pie  (- 

..•  ..    d  the  threatening  ilorm- 


PSALM     LVIII. 

3  Be  thou  exalred,  O  my  Go^, 

Above  the  heav'ns  where  angels  dwell ; 
Thy  pow'r  on  eirt'i  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

4  My  heart  is  hVd  j  my  fong  th a i \  ralfe 
Immoital  honours  to  thy  name  *, 
Awake,  my  tongue,  to  found  his  praife, 
M7  tongue,  the  giory  of  my  frame. 

5  High  o'er  the  earth  his  mercy  reignf, 
And  reaches  to  the  utmoft  fky  ; 

His  tru'h  to  endlefs  years  remain", 
When  lower  worlds  difibJve  and  die. 

6  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  Gcd, 

Above  the  heav'ns  where  angels  dwell  ; 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

PSALM     5S.     As  the  113th  Fi-lrr.- 

Warping  to  Magijlrctts. 

[UDGES,  who  rule  the  world  by  law?, 
Will  ye  defpifs  the  righteous  caufe, 

When  vile  oppreSion  waftes  the  land  ? 
Dare  ye  condemn  the  righteous  poor, 
And  let  rich,  tinners  Tcape  fee-.: 

While  gelJ  and  greatnefa  biifce  your 
Have  ye  forfot,   cr  ne7er  knew 
That  God  will  judge  the  judges  too  ? 

High  in  the  heav'ns  his  juftict  rc'gns  j 
Yet  ycu  invade  the  r-ghrs  of  God  j 
And  lend  your  bold   decrees  abroad 

To  bind  the  confeience  in  ycur  chains. 
A  poiroVd  arrow  is  jroni  tojtg«e-j 
The  arjow  fharp,  the  poifon  ftroog, 

And  death  attends  where'er  it  wounds  \ 
You  bear  no  ccunfeh,  cries  or  tears  \ 
So  the  d-af  adder  ftopi  her  ears  ! 

Againil  the  pow'er  of  charming  found?. 

4  Break 


P  S  A  L  M     LIX.  129 

4  Rreak  out  their  teeth,   eternal  God  ; 
Thole  teeth  of  lions  dy'd  in  blood  j 

And  cru fn  the  ferpenti  in  the  uuft, 
As  empty  chaff,    when  whirlwinds  rife, 
Before  the  fwecping  tempeft  tiies, 

So  let  their  hopes  and  names  be  lod. 

5  Th'  Almighty  thunders  from  the  fky, 
Their  grand'ur  me.ts,  their  titles  die, 

As  hills  of  fnow  diiioive  and  run, 
Or  fnails  that  perifh  in  their  (lime, 
Or  births  that  ccme  before  the  time, 

Vain  birtiis  ihat  never  fee  the  fun. 

6  Thus  mall  the  veng'anceof  the  Lord 
Safety  and  joy  to  faints  aiford  5 

And  Ai  that  hear  (hall  join  and  fay, 
w  Sure  there*!  a  God  that  rules  on  high, 
"  A  God  that  hears  his  children  cry, 

'«  And  will  their  futFrinbs  well  repay.1' 

PSALM     59.     Short  Metre. 

Prayer  for  national  Deliverance* 

1  TT^ROM  foes,  that  round  us  rill-, 
JF       O  God  of  heav'n,  defend, 

Who  brave  tne  ven-'an^e  of  the  fkles, 
And  with  thy  faints  contend. 

2  Behold,  fro  :  lores, 

And  o'eftrt  wiids  i:h;y  come, 
Combine  tor  blood  their  barb'roua  force, 
And  thro1  thy  cities  roam. 

3  Beneaih  the  filent  (hade, 

Their  facreJ  plots  they  lay, 
Our  peaceful  wails  by  night  invade, 
Ani  vralte  the  fields  by  day. 

4  And  will  the  Go:  of  grace, 

RegarolcL  of  otHl 
Perm  t  fecure  that  impious  race,, 

To  riot  ia  Okfiin  «c  .  5  la 


V>o  P  S  A  L  M     LX. 

5  In  vain  their  fecret  guile, 

Or  open  force  they  prove  ; 
His  eye  can  pierce  the  deepeft  veil, 
His  hand   their  ltrength  remove. 

6  Yet  fave  them,  Lord,  from  death, 

Left  we  forget  their  doom  j 
But  drive  the.-n  with  thine  angry  breath, 
Thro*  diftant  lands  to  roam. 

7  Thrn  /hall  our  grateful  voice 

IV    c  j;ni  our  gua-d!an   God  > 
The  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice, 
And  found  the  praife  abroad. 
PSALM    6o.    Common  Metre. 
Looking  to  God  in  the  Diftrejs  oflVar. 

1  T     CRD  thou  has  fcourg'd  cur  guilty  land, 
J y     Behold  thy  people  mourn  ; 

veng'ancfc  ever  guide  thy  hand  ? 
And  mercy  n-.'cr  return  ? 

2  Breath  the  terrors  of  thine  eye, 

Earth's   haughty  tow'rs  decay  j 
Thy  frowning  mantle  fpreadsthc  &y, 
And  mortals  melt  away. 

3  Our  oion  trembles  zt  thy  firoke, 

And  dreads  thy  lifted  hand  j      % 
Oh,  heal  the  p^o^Ie  thou  haft  broke, 
And  fave  the  finking  land. 

4  Exile  the  hann  r  in  I  he  field, 

For  th  ihy  n^me  5 

Fro.Ti  barb'rous  hoftspur  nation  iliield, 
And  put  cur  fees  to  fhame. 

5  Attend  our  armies  to  die  right, 

Ard  be  th  ir  guardian  God  j 
In  vain  fhall  cum'rous  pow'rs  unite, 
Ajaini*  thy  Hfti  d  ro<f« 

6  Our  troop9,  benenth  thy  guiding  hand, 

1  !J  gai.i  a  glad  renown  : 
'Tis  God  stio  rrujceJ  the  feeble  (land, 

And  treads  the  nrghty  down.         P  3  A  L I 


P  S  A  L  M    LXI,  LXII.      131 

PSALM     61.     1—6. 
Sjfety  in  Gcd, 

1  T  X  THEN  overwhelm'd  with  gref, 

Vv       ^y  h"arc  within  me  dies, 

Helpltfs  and  far  from  all  relief 
To  hea^n  I  lift  mine  eyes. 

2  O  lend  me  to  the  rock 

Tbafa  high  above  my  head, 
And  make  tiv*  covert  of"  thy  wings 
My  lnelter  and  my  made. 

3  Within  t'  \  Drefrnc?,  Lord, 

. 
Thou  art  the  tow'r  of  my  defence, 
The  refu.e  where  I  hide. 

4  Thou  giveft  me  the  lot 

Of  tbofe  that  fear  thy  name  j 
If  endlefs  life  be  their  rew:rd, 
I  fhall  poilefs  the  fame. 

PSALM     62.      5---12. 
I .';  in  the  Creatures  5   or,   Ta\:b  in  Divlr.t  C. 
and  P 
Y  f/irit  looks  to  God  alone  ; 
My  reck  and  refuge  is  hi*  thrcne 
In  all  my  fears,  in  all  my  ftr 
My  foul  on  his  fiJvation  waits. 

2  Trull  him,  ye  fainti,  in  all  your  ways, 
Pour  out  \oi-r  beartl  b:ro  e  htl  face; 
When  helpers  fail,  ai:d  foes  in?ade, 
God  is  cur  •Jl-foffictent  aid. 

3  Falfc  are  the  men  of  high  degrer, 
The  bafe:  fort  are  va-ky  j 

Laii  in  the  balance  boffa  - 
L'ght  as  a 

i  your  truft, 
.   iufl  ; 
will  you  jjf  ke, 

j t  be 

5  Once 


IVf 


i3e         PSALM     LXIII. 

5  Once  has  his  awful  voice  dedar'd, 
Once  and  again  my  cars  have  heard, 
M  All  pow'r  is  his  eternal  due  j" 
He  muft  be  fear'd  and  trufted  tco. 

6  For  fov'reign  pow'r  reigns  not  alone, 
Grace  is  a  partner  of  the  throne  : 
Thy  grace  and  juftice,  mighty  Lord, 
Shall  well  divide  cur  i.  rv  reward. 

PSALM     63.     1,2,5,3,4.     Firft  Part. 
Common  Metre. 

The  Morning  of  a  Lorfs  Day. 

1    "pARLY,  my  God,  without  delay,. 
l\     I  hafte  to  feek  thy  face  3 
My  thi'Cy  fpirit  faints  away 
Without  thy  cheering  grace. 
z  So  pilgrims  on  the  fcorcking  land 
Beneath  a  burning  (ky, 
Long  for  a  cooling  ftream  at  hand, 
And  they  muft  drink  or  die. 

3  I've  feen  thy  glory  and  thy  pow'r 

Thro'  all  thy  temple  mine  ; 
My  God,  repeat  that  heav'nly  hour, 
That  viiion  Co  divine. 

4  Not  all  the  bleflings  of  a  feaft 

Can  pleafe  my  foul  fo  well, 

As  when  tiiy  richer  grace  I  tafte, 

And  in  thy  prefence  dwell. 

5  Not  life  it/elf,  with  all  its  joys, 

Can  my  bed  palTioris  move, 
Or  raife  fo  high  my  cheerful  voice, 
A3  thy  forgiving  love. 

6  Thus  till  my  1  aft  expiring  day 

Fll  blefs  my  God  and  King ; 
Thus  will  1  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
And  tune  my  lips  to  finz. 

PSALM 


P  S  A  L  M    LXIII.         133 

SALM  6*3.  6— 10.  Second  Part.  Com.  Metre 

Midnight    Thoughts  rccd'.cElcd. 
I   ,rTWAS  in  the  watches  of  the  night 
X       I  thought  upon  thy  jew'r, 
I  kept  thy  lovely  face  in  fight 
Amidft  the  darkeft  hour, 
a   My  rtcih  lay  refting  on  my  bed, 
My  foul  arole  on  high  \ 
God,   n:y  lift,   rry  keff,  I  faid# 
r  jaii-aticr:   r.igb* 
3   My  fpirit  labours  up  thine  hill, 
And  climbs  ihe  heiv'nly  road  ; 
But  thy  right  hand  upholds  me  ftii!, 
While  1  purfue  my  Gcd. 
4  Thy  mercy  flretches  e'er  my  head 
1  he  ihadow  or"  thy  wings  ; 
My  heart  rejoices  in  thine  aid, 
My  tongue  awakes  and  fings. 
g  But  the  deftroyers  of  my  peace 
Shall  fret  and  rage  in  rail)  j 
The  tempter  (hall  for  etcr  ceafe, 
And  all   my  fins  be  llain. 
6  Thy  fword  mall  give  my  fees  to  ^eath, 
And  fend  them  down  to  dwell 
In  the  dark  caverns. of  the  earth, 
Oi  in  the  deeps  cf  hell. 

P  S  A  I.  M     63.     Long  Metre. 

'ging  after  God\  or,    Love  cf  God  better  than  i-if. 

1   /"""^  REAT  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim, 
\^J    Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  reft  j 
The  glories  that  cempofe  thy  name 
Stand  ail  engag'd  to  make  me  bicft. 

l  Thou  great  and  good,  thou  jufl  snd  *ife, 
Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  Gcd  j 
/.nd  ]  :m  ihlnt  by  facred  tics  ; 

.n,   ihy  lervant  bought  with  blocd. 

M  3  With 


1.34        PSALM     LXIII. 

3  With  he^art,  and  ryes,  and  lifted  haodi 
For  thee  1  long,  to  thee  1  look, 

As  travellers  in  thirity  lands 
Pant  for  the  cooJiiv:  water  brook. 

4  With  early  feet  I  love  C  appear 
-Among  thy  faintr,  and  feek  thy  face  j 
Oft  have  I  feeil  thy  ^lory  there, 

And  felt  the  pow'r  of  fov'rei^n  grr.ee. 

5  Not  fruits  j  nor  wines  that  tempt  our  tafle, 
No  pleafures  that  to  ftnic  bek 

Couid  make  me  fo  divinely  bled, 
Or  ralfe  fo  high  my  cheerful  fong. 

6  My  life  it feif  without  thy  love 
No  tafte  or  pleafLre  could  afi"ord  j 
JTwou)d  but  a  tirefeme  burden  prove, 
If  I  were  baniuYd  from  the  L 

';   Amidft  the  wakeful  hours  of  night, 
When  buly  cares  amict  my  head, 
One  thought  of  thee  gives  new  delight, 
And  adds  rcfrefhment  to  my  bed. 

S  111  lift  my  hands,  Til  raife  my  voice, 
While  1  have  breath  to  pray  or  przife  \ 
This  work  mail  make  my  heait  rejoice, 
And  blefsthe  lemnantof  ray  days. 

PSALM     63.     Short  Metre. 

.  king    Gcd. 
j   TV /TV  Cod,  permit  my  tongue 
IV j.     This  joy,   to  call  thee  mine; 
And  let  my  early  cries  prevail 
To  taite  thy  love  divine. 
2,  My  thirfty  fainting  foul 
Thy  mercy  does  implore: 
Not  travellers  in  defert  lands 
Can  pant  for  water  move. 
3  Within  thy  churches,  Lord, 
1  long  to  find  my  place, 
Thy  powr  and  plcry  to  behold, 
.And  feci  thy  oukk'aing  grace.  4  For 


PSALM     LXIV. 

4  For  life  without  thy  love 

No  ;  .  :d  ; 

No  i  '  with  thi?, 

To  fsrvs  an d  Lord, 

r   To  due  HI  lift  my  h. 

And  prai  fe  thee  while  1  i've  j 
Not  the  rich  daintic9  of  a  f:aft 

Suci;  ;ive. 

6  In  wakeful  hours  of  riigbt, 

1  c»il  my  Cod  to  mind  ; 

iok  how  wife  thy  counicls  are, 
And  all  thy  dealings  kind. 

7  Since  thou  haft  been  mj  help, 

To  th:t  my  fpirit 
And  on  thy  watchful  providence, 
My  cheerful  hope  relies. 

5  The  ihadow  of  thy  wings, 

My  foul  in  fafety  keep 3 ; 
I  follow  where  my  Father  icids, 
And  he  fupporis  my  ftepi. 

P  S  A  L  M     64.     Long  M:tre. 

1   /^1  REAT  God,   attend  to  my  tompfainr, 
VJT  NTor  let  my  drooping  fpirit  faint  j 

"i  lctre:  l^reuj"  the  fnare, 
Let  my  filiation  be  thy  care. 

'J  within, 
From  treaci.  ly  (in  j 

ice  and  thy  povv'r  dl'plny, 

■ 
And  faint!  tr  1.  ,d. 

4  'i  h»n  (hall  tin 

\  L  M 


T 


136        PSAL  M     LXV. 

PSALM  65.   1—5.    Fir]}  Part.  Long  Metre. 
Public  Prayer  and  Praife. 
*HE  praife  of  Sion  waits  for  thee, 

My  God  j  and  praife  becomes  thy  houfej  | 
There  ihall  thy  faints  thy  glory  fee, 
An  I  there  perform  their  public  vowf. 
z  O  thou  whofe  mercy  bends  the  fkies 
To  fave  when  humble  finners  pray  ; 
All  lands  to  thee  ihall  lift  their  eyes, 
And  ev'ry  yielding  heart  obey. 

3  Againft  my  will  my  fins  prevail, 
But  grace  lhall  purge  away  the  (lain  : 
The  blood  of  Chrift  fhall  never  fail 
To  wain  my  garments  white  again. 

4  Bleft  is  the  man  whom  thou  fhalt  ckufe> 
And  give  him  kind  accefs  to  thee  ; 
Give  him  a  place  within  thy  houie, 
To  tafte  thy  love  divinely  free. 

P    A     U     S      E. 

5  Let  Babel  fear  when  Sion  prays  5 
Babel  prepare  for  Ion  2  diftrefs, 
When  Sioi/s  God  himfeif  arrays 
In  terror  and  in  righteoufnefs. 

6  With  dreadful  glory  God  fulfils 
What  his  afflicted  faints  requert; 
And  w'th  almighty  wra*h  reveals 
His  love  to  give  his  churches  reft. 

7  Then  mall  the  flocking  nations  run 
To  Sion's  hill  an  J  own  their  Lord  ; 
Tr.e  riling  and  the  fetting  fun 
Shall  fee  the  Saviour's  name  ador'd. 

P  S  A  L  M    65.   5 —  1 3.  Second  Part.  Long  Mttr 
Divine  Providence  in  Air,  Earth  and  Sea  ;  or,  / 
God  of  Nature  and  Grace* 
HIE  God  of  our  falvation  hears* 

The  groans  of  Sion  mix'd  with  tears  j 
Yet  when  he  comes  with  kind  deligns, 
Thxo'  all  (h?  way  his  terror  mines.  %  0 


V 


■  A  L  M     I 

2  On  h'm  the  rice  of  man  dr-?nd?, 
I  jr  as  the  earth's  remote!)  end?, 
Where  the  Creator's  nam-  is  known, 
By  nature's  feeble  ir^ht  alone. 

5  Siflorj  that  ^w?\  o'ei  I 
Add:efi  their  frighted  f 

When  ternpefh  rage  and 
At  dreadful  diflance  from  the 
£    lie  bid j  the  ooil 

He  calms  the  raging  crowd  to  peace, 
W '! 

He  fettles  in  a  peaceful  form  \ 

Mountains  ClUblliVd  by  his  hsnd 
I  irm  on  their  old  foondati 

6  Behold  his  en/igna  fwrep  the  (ky, 

ce  an.l  lightnings  fi .'  ; 
The  heathen  lands  with  fwlfc  furprife, 
a  the  bright  horrors  turn  ' 

•  :  r:y 
e  eaft,  and  lea 's  -i.e  day, 
•  I 
•        set  we  lie:;: 

- 
Lade-; 

ce 

the  va'lies  yi 


*3S 


P  S  A  L  M     LXV. 


11  The  paftures  faille  in  green  array, 
There  lambs  and  larger  cattle  play  5. 
The  larger  cattle  and  the  lamb, 
Each  in  h's  language  fpeaks  thy  name. 

12  Thy  works  pronounce  thy  pow'r  divine  $ 
O'er  ev'ry  field  thy  glories  fhine  ; 
Thro'  ev'ry  month  thy  gifts  appear  : 
Great  God,  thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year  \ 

PSALM  65.   Firft  Part.  Common  Metre. 

a  Prsyer-beari*g  God,  and  the  GtrJiles  calUd. 

1  T)RAISE  waits  in  Sion,  Lord,  for  thce> 
JL        There  mall  our  vows  be  paid  j 
Thou  haft  an  ear  when  iinners  pray, 

All  fleih  mall  feek  thine  aid. 

2  Lord,  our  iniquities  prevail, 

But  pard'ning  grace  is  thine, 
And  thou  wilt  grant  us  pow'r  and  (kill 
To  conquer  ev'ry  fin. 
9   Cleft  are  the  men  whom  thou  wilt  chufe 
To  bring  them  near  thy  face, 
Give  them  a  dwelling  in  thine  houfe, 
To  feaft  upon  thy  grace. 

4  In  anfw'ring  what  thy  church  requefts, 

Thy  truth  and  terror  fhine, 
And  wDrks  of  dreadful  righteoufnefs, 
Fulfil  thy  kind  defign. 

5  Thus  mall  the  wond'rin*  nations  fee 

The  Lord  is  good  and  juft  j 
And  diilant  i (lands  fly  to  the*, 

And  make  thy  name  their  truth 
6  They  drc2d  iby  glittVing  tokens,  Lor^, 

When  flgns  in  heav'n  appear  j 
But  they  ("hall  learn  thy  holy  word, 

And  love  as  well  as  fear. 

P  S  A  L  M 


PSALM    LXV.  139 

PSALM  65.  Second  Part.  Common  Metre. 

7 he  Providence  of  God  'in  Jir,  Earth  and  Sea  j   or, 
the  Blcjjings  of  Rain. 

1  'npiS  by  thy  ftrength  the  mountains  ftand, 

I        God  of  eternal  pow'r  ; 
The  Tea  grows  calm  at  thy  command, 
And  tempeih  ceafe  to  roar. 

2  Thy  morning  light  and  ev'ning  made 

Succefiive  comforts  bring  ; 
Thy  plenteous  fruits  make  harveft  glad, 
Thy  tfow'rs  adorn  the  fpring. 

3  Seafons  and  times,  and  moons  and  hours, 

Hea»'n,  earth  and  air  are  thine  ; 
When  clouds  diflil  in  fruitful  mow'rs, 
The  author  is  divine. 

4  Thofe  wand'ring  citterns  in  the  fky 

Borne  by  the  winds  around, 

Whofe  wat'ry  treafures  well  fupply 

The  furrows  of  the  ground. 

5  The  thirfty  ridges  drink  their  fill, 

And  ranks  of  corn  appear  ; 
Thy  way-s  abound  with  blefiings  ftilJ, 
Thy  goodnef*  crowns  the  year. 

PSALM     65.     Third  Part.    Common  Metre- 

The  BleJJings  of  the  Spring  ;   or,  God  gives  Rair.* 

A  Pfalm  for  the  Hufbandman. 

1  /^i  OOD  is  the  Lord,  the  heav'nly  King, 
vJX      Who  makes  the  earth  his  care  j 
Vifits  the  paftures  ev'ry  fpring, 

And  bids  the  grafs  appear. 

2  The  clouds  like  rivers  rais'd  on  high, 

Pour  out  at  bit  command 
Their  wat'ry  bleiTings  from  the  fky; 
To  chv-cr  the  thirAy  laad. 

3  The 


j4b        P  S  A  L  M     LXW, 

3  The  fcften'd  ridges  of  the  field 

Permit  the  corn  to  fpring  : 

The  vallies  rich  provifion  yield, 

And  the  poor  iab\ei8  fing. 

4  The  little  hills  en  evry  fide 

Rejoice  at  falling  fliow'rs, 
The  meadows  dref^'d  in  beauteous  pride 
Perfume  the  air  with  f.ow'ra. 

5  The  barren  clods  refreih'd  with  ra'n 

Prom'fe  a  joyrul  crop  ; 
T':e  parched  grounds  look  green  again, 
And  raife  the  reaper's  hope. 

6  The  various  menths  thy  goodnefs  crowns, 

How  bounteous  are  thy  ways  ! 
The  bleating  flocks  fpreaJ  o'er  the  dowiif, 
And  mrpherda  fhout  thy  praii'e. 

P  S  A  L  M    66.  Firft  Part.    Common  Metre. 

Governing  Power  aid  Goodnefi  ;  or,  cur  Grace  u\t\ 
by  Affii&i 

i    OING,  all  the  nat:ons  to  the  Lore, 
l3     Sing  with  a  joyful  noifc  j 
With  melody  of  found  rtcord 
His  honours  and  your  joys. 

2  Say  to  ths  PoVr  that  form' J  the  flcj, 

'*  How  terrible  art  thou  ! 
"  Sinnj;s  befcre  thy  preience  fljr, 
"  Or  at  thy  feet  they  bow." 

3  [Come  fee  the  wonders  of  our  Go ', 

How  glorious  are  his  ways  ? 

In  Mofes'  hand  he  put  the  rod, 

And  clave  the  frighted  fe^s. 

4  He  mace  the  ebbing  channel  drv> 

While  UrVl  pafi'd  the  r.or-d  ; 
There  did  ihe  church  b<?g<n  their  joyi 
Afld  triumph  ii  their  God. J 


PSALM     LXVI.        i-i  t 

-    He  rules  by  his  refiftltfs  might : 
Will  rebel-mortals  dare 
Provoke  th'  Eternal  to  the  fight, 
And  tempt  that  dreadful  war  ? 

6  Oh  blefs  our  God,  and  never  ceafe  ; 

Ye  faints,  fulfil  his  praife  ; 
He  keeps  our  life,   maintains  our  peace, 
And  guides  our  doubtful  wajs. 

7  Lord,  thou  haft  prov'd  our  fuff 'ring  fouls, 

To  make  our  graces  mine  j 

So  filvcr  beats  the  burning  coals, 

The  metal  to  refine. 

S  Thro*  wat'ry  deeps  and  fiery  way3 

We  mirch  at  thy  command, 

Led  to  poilefs  the  promis'd  place 

2y  thine  unerring  hind. 
PSALM     66.     13—22.  Second  Part. 
Praife  t$  GsH  for  bearing  Prayer. 
i    l^TOW'  mail  my  folemn  vows  be  paid 
J[\      To  that  Almighty  Pow'r 
That  heard  the  long  requefta  I  mads 
In  my  diftrefsful  hour. 

lips  and  cheerful  heart  prepare 
To  make  his  mercies  known  : 
Come  yea  that  fear  my  God,  and  hear 
The  wonders  he  has  done. 
3   When  on  my  head  huge  farrows  ftl!, 
I  fought  the  heav'nly  aid; 
He  fav'd  my  linking  ibul  from  hell, 
And  death's  eternal  made. 
5   If  fin  lay  cover'd  in  my  heart 

While  pray'r   employ  my  tongue; 
The  Lord  had  ihewn  me  no  regard, 
Nor  i  his  praifes  lung. 
5   But  God  (his  name  be  ever  bleft) 
Has  fet  rny  fpirit  fiee  ; 
Nor  turn' J  from  him  my  poor  requeft, 

Ncr  Uirn'd  his  heart  irom  me.        P  S  A  L  M 


?  S  A  L  M   LXVII,  LXVIII. 

PSALM     67.     Common  Metre. 
The  Nation  i  Profperity,  and  the  Church's  Increajt 
1    QH1NE,  mighty  God,  on  Sion  lhine, 
O     With  beami  of  heav'niy  grace  y 
Reveal  tr.y  pow'r  thro'  all  our  coaib, 
And  fazw  thy  fmiling  face. 
z   [Amidftour  realm  exalted  hi^h 
Do  thou  ou»-  glory  ftand, 
And  like  a  wall  of  guardian  fire 
Surround  the  fav'rite  hn-.j 

3  When  mall  thy  name  from  more  to  more 

Sound  all  the  earth  abroad  j 
And  diilant  nations  know  and  love 
Their  Saviour  aud  their  God. 

4  Sing  to  'he  Lord,  ye  difhnt  lands, 

Sing  loud  with  folcmn  vo:ce  \ 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  exalt  his  praife, 
And  ev'iy  heart  rejoice. 

5  He,  the  great  Lcrd,  the  fov're'gn  Judge, 

That  fits  enthron'd  above, 
In  wjfdom  ruhs  the  worlds  he  made, 
And  bids  them  tafle  his  love. 

6  Earth  mall  obey  his  high  command, 

And  \ield  a  full  incrcafe  . 
Our  God  will  crown  his  chofen  land 
With  fruitfulnefi  and  peace. 

7  God,  the  Redeemer  fcatters  round 

His  choiceft  favours  here, 
While  the  creation's  utmoll  bound 
Shall  fee,  adore,  and  fear. 

PSALM    68.  Vcr.  1-6,32,25.  FirJiParl 

The  Vengeance  and  Compajjion  of  God. 

1    T     ET  God  arife  in  ail  his  nvghf, 

I    J  And  put  the  troops  of  hell  to  flight  5 
As  {moke  that  fought  to  cloud  the  fkies 
Before  the  rifmg  tempeft  Hies.  z  [H 


P  S  A  L  M    LXVIII.       143 

[Ht  comes  array'd  in  burning  f3.:. 

znd  tendance  arc  his  names  ; 
lkhold  his  tainting  fees  expire 
Like  melting  wax  before  the  fire.] 
lie  rides  and  thunders  thro' the  iky  ; 
me  Jehovah  founds  on  h'gh  : 
I  ^  Lis  name  3  e  fons  of  prace  , 
Ye  Uints  rejoice  before  his  face. 
The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs 
Fly  to  .his  aid  in  fharp  difuei?  } 
In  him  the  poor  and  helplefs  f.nd 
A  Judge  that  B  jttft,   a  Fathtt  kind. 
He  breaks  the  captive's  heavy  chain, 

.ids  fee  the  light  again  j 
But  rebels  thatdifpute  his  will, 
.bhall  dwell  in  chains  and  darknefs  fiill. 
Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong  ; 
Crown  him,  ye  nation?,  in  your  fong  : 
His  irofxfrous  names  and  pow'rs  rehearfe, 
His  honours  fliall  enrich  your  veifc. 
He  (hakes  the  heavY.a  with  loud  alarms  5 
How  terrible  is  God  in  aims  ! 
la  Ifr'el  are  his  mercies  known, 

u  his  peculiar  throne. 
Proclaim  him  king,  pronounce  h'm  bleft; 
He's  your  defence,  your  jo;. 
Wben  terrors  rife,  and  nations  fiinr, 
God  is  the  ftrcn^th   of  evVy  faint. 

L    M     68.     Second  Pari.  Vcr.  T7,   iS. 

Ajcenfiorty  and  the  Gift  of the  Spirit* 

LORD  when  thou  di^lt  afcend  on  high, 
Ten  thoufand  angels  fill  the  Iky  j 
Thofe  heav'nly  guards  around  thee  wait, 
Like  chariots  that  attend  thy  iiatc. 
Not  Sinai's  mountain  could  appear 
More  glorious  when  the  Lord  was  there  3 

QOUQc'd  his  dicadful  la-v, 
And  (truck  the  chofen  tribes  with  1 

1  How 


i44      PSALM     LXVIII. 

3  How  bright  the  triumph  none  can  tell, 
When  the  rebellious  pow'rs  of  hell, 
That  thoufand  foil's  had  captive  made, 
Were  all  in  chains  like  captives  led. 

4  Rais'd  by  his  Father  to  the  throne, 
He  fent  his  j romis'd  Spirit  down, 
With  gifts  and  grace  for  rebel- men, 
That  God  might  dwell  on  earth  again. 

PSALM  63.  Third  Part.  Ver.  i<$>  9,20,21,22, 

Praije  for  Temporal  Bleffmgs\   or,  Common  and Jfeciet 
Mercies. 

1  \X7"E  blefs  the  Lord,  thejuft,  the  good, 

VV     Who  fills  our  hearts  with  hcav  nly  food 5 
Who  pours  his  bleflings  from  the  fries 
And  loads  our  days  with  rich  fuppiiee. 

2  He  fends  his  fun  his  circuit  round, 
To  cheer  the  fruits,   to  warm  the  ground  5 
He  bids  the  clouds  with  plenteous  rain 
Refrefli  the  thirfty  earth  again. 

3  'Tis  to  his  care  we  ewe  our  breath, 
And  all  our  near  efcapes  from  death  : 
Safety  and  health  to  God  belong  5 
He  heals  the  weak,  and  guards  the  ftrong, 

4  He  makes  the  faint  and  finner  prove 
The  common  bleflings  of  his  love ; 
But  the  wide  diligence  that  remains, 
Is  endlefs  joy,  or  endlefs  pains. 

5  The  Lord  that  bruis'd  the  (erpent's  head, 
On  all  the  ferpent's  feed  fliall  tread, 
The  ftubborn  f: unci's  hope  confound, 
And  fmite  them  with  a  lading  wound. 

,6   But  his  right  h;nd  his  fainU  mall  raife 
Fiom  the  deep  earth  or  deeper  feas, 
And  bung  them  to  his  courts  above  5 
There  fhall  they  tafte  his  (fecial  love. 

PSALM 


A  L  M     LXIX. 

PSALM  69.   1  —  14.  Fir/}  Part.  Com. Metre. 
rps  of CI  rift  for  o&r  Salv 

1  M  n  AVE  mr,   O  Goc,   the  fwellfng  lioocs 

O     rt  Creak  in  upon  my  foul  j 
«'  1  Ink  ind  forfowro'et  my  head 
4*  Like  mighty  waters  roll. 

2  (i  I  cry  till  all  my  voice  's  gone, 

:  tr.ns  I  wafte  the  day  ; 
11  My  God,  behold  my  longing  eye?, 

"  And  ftiorten  thy  delay. 

/hey  hate  my  fc/1  without  a  catfe, 

"  And  fiiil  their  number  growa 
•'  More  than  the  hairs  around  my  lead, 

u  And  mighty  arc  my  foe*. 

4  m  Twai  then  I  paid  that  dreadful  debt 

11  That  men  could  never  py, 
"  And  gave  thofe  honours  to  thy  law 
"  Which  iinners  reel-  away. 

5  "  Thue  in  the  great  Meffiah's  ~ame, 

41  Yhc  joyal  prcphet  mourrs  j 
u  Thus  he  awakes  our  hears  to  grief, 
44  And  gives  us  joy  by  turn?. 
;ow  mall  the  faints  rejoice  and  rind 
aton  in  thy  n:mc, 
u  for  1  have  bcrt  their  heavy  load 
44  Of  for.ow,  pair,  and  mame. 

7  "  Grief  like  1  garment  cloathfd  me  round, 

"  And  kckcloth  was  my  drefs, 
M  Whiie  I  prccui'd  for  raked  fuuli 
4<  A  rcbe  of  righteoufnefr. 

8  "  Arr.engfr  my  brethren  and  the  Jews 
«'  1  like  a  rtrurccr  (hod, 

*  And  bore  their  v;lc  reproach  to  biing 
44  'i  he  Getitiks  near  to  God. 
j   u  I  orrf  in  fmful  mortals  flrrd 
j  do  my  Fathers  will  : 
Yet  who;;  1  clear.s'u  my   F.ther'c  hcufe, 
indaliVd  mj  tea.1* 

N  xo  "  Mj 


146        PSALM     LXIX. 

3  0  "  My  failings  and  my  holy  groans 

<{  Were  made  the  drunkard's  fong  5 
"  But  God  from  his  celeftial  throne 
u  Heard  my  complaining  tongue. 

11  fi  He  fav'd  mc  from  the  dreadful  deep, 

if  Where  iears  befet  me  round  j 
««  He  rais'd  and  fix'd  my  finking  feet 
"  On  well-eftablilVd  ground. 

12  w  'Twas  in  a  mo^  accepted  hour, 

u  My  pray'r  arofe  on  high, 
"  And  for  my  fake  my  God  mall  hear 
"  The  dying  finner's  cry." 

PSALM  69.   14,  21,  26,  29,  32.  Second  Part, 
Common  Metre. 

The  PaJ/icn  and  Exaltation  of  Ckrift* 

j   TWTOW  let  our  lips  with  holy  fear 
J[^|      And  mournful  pleafures  fing 
Tiie  fufFrir.g:  of  our  great  High-Prie.% 
The  forrows  of  our  King. 
2,  He  (inks  in  floods  of  dee$  diftrefs  j 
How  high  the  waters  rife  ! 
"While  to  his  heav'nly  Father's  ear 
lie  fends  perpetual  cries. 

3  "  Here  me,  O  Lord,  arid  fave  thy  Son, 

u  Nor  hide  thy  mining  face  j 
*'  Why  Ihould  thy  favYiic  look  like  one 
"  Forfaken  of  thy  grace  ? 

4  M  With  rage  they  perfecute  the  man 

"  That  groans  beneath  thy  wound, 
€i  While  for  a  facrifice  1  pour 
•*  My  life  upon  the  ground. 

5  *f  They  tread  my  honour  to  the  dull, 

a  And  laugh  when  I  complain  ; 
«  Their  iaarp  infulting  flandersadd 
<(  Freih  spguiih  to  my  pain* 

6  *A 


1        3     t\     La     l\L  1^\A.Y.  14/ 

"  All  my  reproach  is  known  to  th-e, 

4<  The  fcan>ial  and  the  ihame  -, 
"  Reproach  has  broke  my  bleeding  heart, 

u  And  lies  dehTd  my  name. 
i(  I  look'd  for  pity,  but  in  vain  5 

"  My  kindred  are  my  grief; 
«  I  afk  my  friends  for  comfort  round, 

il  But  meet  with  no  relief. 
"  With  vinegar  they  mode  my  thirft, 

*  They  give  me  gall  for  food  ; 
lt  And  fporting  with  my  dying  groans, 

*'  They  triumph  in  my  blood. 
u  Shine  into  my  diftrelTed  foul, 

**  Let  thy  companion  lave  ; 
"  And  tho'  my  tfoih  fink  down  to  death, 

u  Redeem  it  from  the  grave. 
"  I  mall  aiife  to  praife  thy  name, 

u  Shall  reign  in  worlds  unknown  5 
"  And  thy  faivation,  O  my  God, 

«<  jh.iii  feat  me  on  thy  throne." 

PSALM    69.    Third  Part.     Common  Metre. 

Cbriji^s  Obedience  and  Death  \  or,  Gjd  glorified  and 
Sinners  Jawed, 

1  FEATHER,  Iflngthy  wondrous  grace, 
§P       I  blefs  my  Saviour's  name, 

He  bought  falvation  for  the  poor, 
And  bore  the  finners  ihame. 

2  His  deep  diitrefs  has  rais'd  us  I 

His  duty  and  his  zeal 
Fulfil'd  the  law  which  mortals  broke, 
And  hniAYd  all  thy  will. 

3  His  dying  groans,  his  living  fongl 

II  better  pleafc  my  ( 
Than  harp  or  trumpet's  (bleu  1  found, 
Than  goats  or  bullock's 

4  Tli's 


P  S  A  L  M     LXIX; 

4  Th:s  iTiall  his  h'jrr.ble  followers  fee, 
And  fet  their  hearts  at  rc.\  ; 

draw  ncir  to  theer 
And  live  for  ever  bJeft. 
Let  heaVn  and  all  that  dwell  on  hifch 
To  God  thiir  voices  raif*, 
While  fondl  and  l^as  a'Tiit  the  Iky, 
-AdJ  jjint'  advance  his  praiic. 
6  Sion  is  thine,   moft  holy  Cod, 
Thy  Son  fhall  b!efs  \\tt  gate*  ; 
And  gbry  purcWd  by  h';«  biouJ 
For  Aunt  own  Ifr'cl  waits. 

r  S  A  L  M     69.     JFz^J  F^tf.    Long  Metre, 

CbrijTs  PaJ/iOn  and  Sinners  Salvo U 

1  "TNlLEI*  in  our  heart3  lit  us  record 

i  J    The  deeper  foriows  of  our  Lore* 
Behold  the  rifiiig  biliows  roll 
To  overwhelm  his  holy  foal. 

2  In  tangcaupUiits  he  fpends  his  WatN, 

e  ho^»  of  hell,  and  pow\s  of  death, 
A  hi  all  the  fons  of  malite  join 
To  execute  their  curft  teftgn* 

3  Yet,  gracious  God,   thy  pow'r  and  love 
Uu  made  tke  e«rfe  a  e*-rHrr:g  ;v"-"  \ 
Thofi  drc,a4foJ  fuSYmgs  ot  tay  -on 
Aton'w/jr  crimen  which  wi  hid  tori*. 

;  3  of  oar  expiring  Lo-  d 
.  mouu  of  thy  law  reflor'd  : 
Hi  farrows  made  thy  juftice  knovvn, 
An  I  t4k<i  lo;  foUlgsnoc  t:-c;r  o*n. 

•  .  •■  h's   iz\.\-  our  g  . 
.-.  id   **u  thr  moai  1  .»ve  : 

K-  -■;  :n*. 

rSALM 


T 


PS  AL  M     LXIX,  La 

SALM  re,.  l\r.  7,  Sec.  Second  Pan.  Long  Metre. 

Cbrift's  Sufferings  an.: 
WAS  for  our  (ake,  eternal  God, 
Thy  Son  fuSainM  that  heavy  load 
Or'  bafe  reproach  and  fore  diigrace, 
While  fname  dehTd  his  facred  fa«e. 
:   Thi  jews  his  brri'iren  and  his  kin, 
Abus'd  the  man  that  checli'd  their  fin  : 
While  he  fulnFd  thy  holy  laws, 
The*  h-ite  him,  bat  without  a  caufe* 

My  Father's  houfe,"  faid  he,   '^vasmade 
v  place  for  wcrfhip,   not  for  tra^e  ;" 
Then  fcatt'ring  all  their  gold  apd  'jrai>, 
Hefcourgd  the  merchants  from  the  place] 
4  [Zeal  {or  the  temple  of  his  God 
Confum  d  his  life,  expos'd  his  blood  : 
Reproaches  at  thy  glory  thrown, 
He  felt  and  mourn'd  them  as  hi?  own,~\ 
[is  friends  fori" 

ms  furrouud  I 
They  curfc  L:~n  with  a  fl 
And  the  falA 

il  lie-, 

J,    :.nd  from  hia  throne 

Son  : 

I  .  , 

Shall  pour  the  veng'a^jce  on  their  head. 

- 

i   TNhal",  O  Gel,  attend  my 
1     Nor  hear  my  ci 

)t   rr.y  faljj 

M  z 


15©      P  S  A  L  M     LXXI. 

2  When  foes  infidious  womd  my  name, 

And  tempt  my  foul  aftray, 
Theft  let  him  fall  with  laitirg  mame, 
To  thei   own  plots  a  prey. 

3  While  ail  that  love  thy  name  rejoice, 

And  glory  in  thy  w  rd, 
In  thy  filiation  raife  their  voice, 

And  magn'fy  the  Lard. 
.:  O  thou  my  help  in  time  of  need, 

Behold  my  fare  difmay  ; 
Ju  pity  hafrcn  to  my  aid, 

/Cor  let  thy  grace  delay. 

PSALM     71.     5—9.     FWji  Part. 
The  aged  Saint**  "RefieEi'ton  and  ll:^e* 

1  T\/fY  God,  ray  ev^rlaftjng  hope, 
i  ▼!     I  Jive  upon  thy  truth  ; 
Thine  hands  have  led  my  childhood  up, 

Andftren^'hen'd  *ll  my  ,-n.h. 

2  My  fle/r  was  fafh'on'd  by  thy  pow'r 

Wi:h  all  tbefe  limSs  of  ro*'ne  j 
And  f  cm  my  mother's  oainful  hour 
I've  been  entirely  thine. 

3  Still  baf  my  lie  new  wonders  htn 

Repeated  evV    year  j 
Bshold  my  days  that  yet  remain, 
I  tru.t  them  to  thy  care. 

4  Cad  me  not  ofl"  when  ftrength  declines, 

When  hr>ary  lui;a  arifc  j 
.:  -d  round  me  let  thy  gbry.  flrne, 
Whese'cf  thy  fervant  dies. 

5  Then  in  the  hift'ry  of  my  age, 

When  men  review  my  day?, 
They'll  read  thy  love  in  ev'ry  page, 
la  evVy  line  thy  praifc. 

PSALJ^ 


PSALM     LXXI.        151 

SALM  71.  15,14,16,23,22,24.  Second  Part. 

Cbr'ijl  eur  Strength  and  Rigbtecufaefs. 
I   T\/TY  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend, 
1V1     When  1  hfgin  thy  praifc, 
Where  will  the  Rowing  numbers  end, 
Ti*i  number!  of  thy  grace  ? 
z  Thou  art  my  everlafting  t/nft, 
Thy  goodnefs  1  adore  y 
And  f'neel  knew  thy  graces  firft 
I  htzk  thy  glories  more. 

Tret  (hill  travel  all  th--  length 
Of  the  celfftial  road, 
And  march  with  courage  in  thy  ftrength 
To  lee  my  Father  God. 
4  When  I  am  flPd  with  fore  dirtrtfs 
For  fome  furprifing  fin, 
III  plead  thy  perfect  righteoufnefs, 

And  mention  none  but  thine. 
H  m  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 

The  vicYries  of  my  King  ! 
My  fcul  redeem'd  from  fin  and  hell, 
Shall  thy  falvation  fing. 
6  [My  tongue  (hall  all  the  day  proclaim 
.\jv  Saviour  and  my  Cod, 

death  has  brought  my  foes  to  fhame, 
Ami  uv'd  me  by  his  blood 
.wake,  aw  ike,  my  tuneful  pow 'ri ; 
With  this  delightful  for.>> 
HI  entertain  the  darkeft  houu, 
Nor  think  the  feafbn  long.] 

1'SAL   M      71.      17—21.    Third*  Part. 
lie  aged  CbriJUaui's  Prayer  and  Son&-y  or,  G... 
Death  and  tie  Jtefurra3iaM% 

i    /^i  01)  of  my  childhood,  aad  my  youth, 
VJF     The  guide  of  all  my  day, 
1  have  dtc'ar'd  thy  heav'n'y  truth, 

And  told  thy  wono  rout  wajs.  2   Will 


i5  2      PSALM     LXXII. 

z  Wilt  thou  forfake  my  hoary  hairi, 
And  leave  m;  fainting  heart  I 
Who  {hall  fuftain  my  finking  years 
If  God  my  rtrength  depart  ? 

3  Let  me  thy  pow'r  and  truth  proclaim 

Before  the  rifing  age, 
And  leave  a  favour  of  thy  name 
When  I  (hall  quit  the  ftage. 

4  The  land  of  filence  and  of  death 

Attends  my  next  remove  ; 
Oh  may  thefe  poor  remains  of  breath 
Teach  the  wide  world  thy  love  ! 

Pause. 

5  Thy  rlghteoufsefs  is  deep  and  high, 

Ufif'archible  thy  deeds  ; 
Thy  glory  fpreads  » eyond  the  fay, 
And  all  my  praifc  exceeds. 

6  Oft  have  1  heard  thy  tbreat'mngs  roar, 

And  oft  endur'd  the  grief; 
But  when  thy  hand  has  preft  me  fore, 
Thy  grace  was  my  relief. 

7  By  long  experience  have  I  known 

Thy  fov'rcign  pow'r  to  fave  ; 
At  thy  command  I  venture  down 
Securely  to  the  grave. 

8  When  I  lie  buried  deep  in  dull, 

My  flefli  fall  be  thy  care; 
Thefe  withe-'d  limbs  with  thee  I  truil: 
To  raife  them  ftrong  and  fair. 

PSALM     72.     Firft  Part. 

The  Kingdom  of  Cbri/J. 
I    /^i  RE  AT  Gou,  whofe  univerfal  fway 
V_T   The  known  and  unknown  worlds  obey, 
Now  give  the  kingdom  to  thy  Son, 
Extend  his  powV,  exalt  his  throne. 

a  Th-; 


P  S  A  L  M     LXXII.         1,3  J 

•  well  becomes  his  hinds, 
AM  bcttf'a  lubmits  to  hi  1  commaidi  j 
His  juftlCC  iiiall  avCDgc  the  poor, 
And  pride  and  rage  prevail  no  more. 
With  powV  he  vindicates  the  jufr, 
And  treads  tV  oppreilbr  in   the  duft  ; 
Ilia  worship  and  his  Tear  fhall  Jaft, 
Til!  hoars  and  years,  and  time  be  part. 
As  rain  on  meadows,  newly  mown, 
S  >  fhail  he  fend  his  influence  down  ; 

ac-cn  tainting  fouls  diltils, 
Like  hea\\.!y  dew  on  thirfty  bjtlfa 
The  heathen  lands  thit  lie  beneath 
The  (hldei  of  oveifprcading  death} 
K-rive  at  his  firlt  dawning  light, 
And  dtferts  bloflbm  at  the  tight* 
The  frnts  ihall  rlourilh  in  his  days, 
Drefl  in  ihz  robes  of  joy  and  praile  : 
Peacr,  like  a  river  from  Ins  throne 
Shall  flow  to  nations  yet  unknown. 
PSALM     73,     Scc:kJ  Parr, 
Cbr'ijTi  Kingdom  among  the   Ccnt'ilts. 

1    TESVJS  ihall  mgn  where'er  the  fun 
tf    Does  his  fucce.five  jovr.ieys  urn  j 
Hi|  kingdom  lhetch  from  ihore  to  hi  are, 
TUJ  moons  lhall  wax  and  wane  no  more. 

z  [Behold  the  nations  with  that  Iwajl  $ 
J  i»-.-e  Europe  her  bcA  tttbatB  brings; 
From  north  to  fouth  the  princes  mrcc 
To  pay  their  homage  at  his  fee:. 
There  Perfia,  glorious  to  behoh', 
An  1  India  mines  in  eailern  g*M  ; 
Wh'ic  weftern  c  npircs  own  their  Lord 
And  favagc  triLes  attend  hi-  word. 

4  Fcr  him  (hall  endiefs  prayer  be  made, 
AnJen^lcfs  praifei  ctov/n  his  iicad  • 
1  -.in:  like  fwse:  per  fume  ;aall  rife 
.  ev'rv  morainj  Ucirke.  5  People 


1,54     PSALM     LXXIII. 

5  People  and  realms  of  ev'ry  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  fwectctl  fong  ; 
And  infant-voices  mail  proclaim 
Their  early  blellings  on  his  name. 

6  Blefiings  abound  where'er  he  reigns 
The  joyful  pris'ner  burfts  his  chains  $ 
The  weary  find  eternal  reft, 
And  all  the  Tons  of  want  :<re  bleft. 

7  [Where  he  difplays  his  healing  power, 
Death  and  the  curfe  are  known  no  more  5 
In  him  the  tribes  of  Adam  boaft 
More  bleflings  than  their  father  loft* 

8  Let  ev'ry  creature  rife  and  bring, 
Peculiar  honours  to  our  King  : 
Angels  defcend  with  fongs  again, 
And  earth  repeat  the  loud  amen.] 

PSALM  73.   Firft  Part.  Common  Metre. 
Ajfli&ed  Saints  happy  ,  and  prosperous  Sinners  curfa 

1  "^TOW  I'm  convine'd  the  Lord  is  kind 
J^j      To  men  of  heart  fincere, 

Yet  once  my  foolifh  thoughts  repin'd, 
And  border'd  on  del'pair. 

2  I  griev'd  to  fee  the  wicked  thrive, 

And  fpoke  with  angry  breath, 
w  How  pleafant  and  profane  they  lire  I 
"  How  peaceful  is  their  death  ! 

3  "  With  weli-fed  fleih  and  haughty  eyes 

"  They  lay  their  fears  to  fieep  ; 
"  Again  ft  the  heav'ns  their  flankers  rife, 
{i  While  faints  in  filence  weep. 

4  (i  In  vain  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 

M  And  cleanfe  my  lieart  in  vain  j 
((  For  I  am  chaft'ned  all  the  day, 
"  The  night  renews  my  pain." 

5  Yet  while  my  ton? ue  indulg'd  complaints, 

I  felt  my  hear:  reprove  5 
"  Sure  I  fhail  thus  offend  thy  faints, 

w  And  grieve  the  men  I  love."  6  Ei 


PSA   L  M    LXXIII.      155 

F>ut  (Till  I  found  my  doubts  £00  hard, 

The  conflict  tco  fevere  j 
Till  1  retir'd  to  fearch  thy  word, 

And  learn  thy  fecrets  there. 
There  as  in  Tome  prophetic  glafa, 

I  faw  th"e  Tinners  feet 
High  mounted  on  a  flipp'ry  place 

Befide  a  fiery  pit. 
I  heard  the  wretch  profanely  boaft, 

'Till  at  thy  frown  thy  fell ; 
His  honours  in  a  dream  were  loft, 

And  he  awakes  in  hell. 
Lor^,  what  an  envious  fool  I  was  ! 

How  like  a  thoughtlefs  beaft  ! 
Thus  to  fufpeft  thy  promis'd  grace, 

And  think  the  wicked  bleft. 

0  Vet  I  was  kept  from  full  defpair, 
Upheld  by  pow'r  unknown  : 

That  blelfed  hand  that  broke  the  fnare 
Shall  guide  me  to  thy  throne. 
SALM  73.  23—28.  Second  Part.  Com.  Metre, 
Cod  our  Portion  here  and  hereafter. 

1  /^  OD,  my  fupportcr  and  my  hupe, 
%  JT      My  help  for  ever  near, 

1  nine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up 
When  finking  in  defyalr. 

2  Thy  couniels,   Lord,   (hall  gu'.dc  my  feet 

Thro'  life's  bewild'red  race  j 
Thine  hand  conduct  me  near  thy  feat, 
To  dwell  before  thy  face. 

3  Were  I  in  heav'n  without  my  God, 

'Twould  be  no  joy  to  me  j 
And  whilft  this  earth  is  my  abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  thee. 

4  What  if  the  firings  of  lift  wrre  brok:, 

And  flefh  and  heart  mould  faint, 
Cod  i3  my  foul's  eternal  rock, 

The  Arength  of  cvVv  faint.  5  Echcld 


i56      PSALM     LXXIII. 

5  Behold  the  finaers  that  remove 

Far  from  t!iy  prcfer.ee  •  :e  j 
Not  all  the  idol-goes  they  leve 
Can  fave  them  when  they  cry. 

6  But  to  draw  n^ar  to  thee,  my  God 

on  all   be  my  fweet  employ  j 
My  tongue  mall  found  thy  works  abroad, 
And  tell  the  world  my  jcy. 

PSALM    73.  22,  3,  6",  17 — 20.  Lcng  Metrt 
The  Proffcriy  of  Sinners  cur  Jed* 
J    T     ORD,  what  a  thought!* fi  wretch  wal 
fl    j  To  mourn,  and  murmur,   and  iepke 
'Jo  ice  the  wicked  plac'd  on  high, 
In  pride  and  robes  cf  honour  (hint. 
2.   But,  Oh  their  end,  their  dreadful  end  f 
Thy  fancluary  taught  me  fo  : 
On  ft'fpV*  rocka  I  fee  themftanc', 
And  fieiy  billows  roll  below. 
5  Now  let  them  bcaft  how  tall  they  rife, 
I'll  never  envy  them  »2ain, 
There  they  may  ftand  with  haughty  eyes, 
Till  they  plunge  deep  in  endlefs  pain. 

4  Their  fancy'd  joys  how  fall  they  titc  ! 
Like  dream?,  as  fleeting  and  as  vain, 
Their  fungs  cf  ufteft  harmony, 

Are  but  a  preface  to  the  r  pain. 

5  Now  I  tdrzm  their  mirth  and  wine, 
Too  dear  to  purchafe  with  my  blood  ? 
Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine, 
My  lire,  rrjf  portion,  and  my  God. 

PSALM     73.     Short  Metre. 

The  Myfiery  of  Providence  unfolded. 

J    OURE  there's  a  righteous  God, 


or  is  religion  vain  ; 
Xho'  ijitn  of  vice  may  boaft  aloud, 
Ar.d  men  cf  grace  complain. 


PSALM     LAAIll. 

z  I  faw  the  wicked  rife, 

A-.d  felt  my  heart  repine, 
While  haughty  fools  with  fcornful  ey:s, 
]n  robes  of  honour  mine. 

3  [Pamper'd  wirli  wanton  eafe, 

Their  flefh  looks  full  and  fair, 
Their  wealth  roils  in  like  flowing  feas, 
And  grows  without  their  care. 

4  Free  from  the  plagues  and  paina 

That  pious  fouls  endure, 
Thro1  all  the  r  life  bppreiTion  reigns, 
And  racks  the  humble  poor. 

5  Their  impious  tongues  blafoheme 

The  everlafting  God  : 
TJ;eir  malice  blafts  the  good  man*i  n:me, 
And  fprcads  their  lies  abroad. 

6  But  I  with  flowing  tean 

Indulg'd  n;y  doubts  to  rife  j 
*  Is  there  a  God  that  fees  or  hears 

"  The  things  below  tVe  ikies  r\ 
-  The  tu~  ;lt  of  my  thought 

Held  me  in  hard  fufpsnfe, 
TiJl  to  thy  houfe  my  rect  were  brought 

To  learn  thy  jufticc  thence. 

8  Thy  word  with  li^ht  and  powV, 

Did  my  miiiake  amend  $ 
I  view'd  the  finners  iue  before, 
But  here  I  learnt  the'.r  end. 

9  On  what  a  flipp'iy  ileep 

The  though  tlcfs  wretches  )?o  ; 
And   O  .  that  dread/ui  fiery  deep 

That  waits  their  fall  bclo.v  ! 
jo  Lo^,   a'  thy  feet  I   bow, 

My  thoughts  no  mof  repine  : 
I  call    my  Coil  my  portion  now, 

And  aii  my  pow\s  are   thine. 


P  S  A  L  M 


PSALM     I 

PSALM        74. 
The  C lure if  pleading  iv'itb  God  under  fore  Perfecut'ix 
i    \%  71LL  God  for  ever  caft  us  oft! 
Y7        His  wrath  for  ever  fmoke 
Againft  the  people  of  his  love, 
His  little  chofen  flock  t 

2  Think  cf  the  tiibes  fo  dearly  bought 

With  their  Redeemer's  blood  j 
Nor  let  thy  Sion  be  forgot, 
Where  once  thy  glory  frood. 

3  Lift  up  thy  feet,  and  march  in  hade, 

Aloud  our  ruin  ceils  j 
See  what  a  wi'd  and  fearful  wafle 
Is  made  within  thy  walls. 

4  WThere  once  thy  churches  prayM  and  fang 

Thy  fots  profanely  rage  $ 
Amid  thy  gates  their  enfigns  hang, 
And  there  their  hofts  engage. 

5  How  axe  the  feats  of  worihip  broke  ? 

They  tear  the  buildings  down, 
And  he  that  deals  the  heavieft  fheke, 
Procures  the  chief  renown. 

6  With  flames  they  threaten  to  deftroy 

Thy  cr.ildren  in  their  reft $ 
Come  let  us  burn  at  once,  thy  cry, 
The  temple  and  the  pricft. 

7  And  ftill  to  heighten  our  diftref*, 

Thy  prefence  is  withdrawn  ; 
Thy  wonted  figns  of  pow'r  and  grace, 
Thy  pow'r  and  grace  are  &one. 
S    No  prophet  fpeaks  to  calm  our  grief, 
But  all  La  filen-  e  mourn  j 
Nor  know  the  times  of  our  relief 
The  hour  of  thy  return. 
Pause. 
9  How  Long,  eternal  Gcc1,  how  long, 
>.hail  men  oi  pr-de  blaH'.eme  ? 
Shaii  fainu  bt  made  their  enolefs  fong» 

And  bear  immorcal  marae  ?  10  Canft 


PSALM     LXXV.       159 

10  Ctni>  thou  for  ever  fi:  and  hear 

Thine  holy  name  profan'd  ? 
An.   rU!  thy  jealoi  •/ forbear, 
And  ftill  withold  thine  hand  ? 

11  What  Orange  deliverance  hail  thcu  mown 

In  ages  long  before  ? 
And  now  no  other  God  we  own, 
No  other  God  adore. 
jz  Thou  die] ft  divide  the  raging  fea 
By  thy  redftlefs  might, 
To  make  thy  tribes  a  wond'rous  way, 
And  then  fccure  their  flight. 

13  Is  not  the  world  of  nature  thine, 

The  darknefs  and  the  day  ? 
Didft  thou  not  bid  the  morning  thine, 
And  mark  the  fun  h'13  way  ? 

14  Hath  not  thy  powV  formM  ev'ry  coaft, 

And  fct  the  earth  its  bounds, 
Willi  fummer's  heat  and  winte.'s  fiftft, 
In  their  perpetual  rouncs  ? 

15  And  {hall  the  foni  of  earth  and  6 

That  f-cred  pow'r  blafphemc  r 
Will  not  thy  hand  that  formed  them  firft 
Avenge  thine  injur'd  name  ? 

16  Think  on  the  covenant  thou  haft  made, 

And  all  thy  words  of  love  j 
Njr  I^t  the  birds  of  prey  irmdc 
And  vex  thy  trembling  dove. 

17  Our  fees  will  triumph  in  our  blood, 

And  make  our  hope  their  jell  ; 
Plead  thine  own  raufe,  almighty  God, 
And  give  thy  children  re(t. 
PSALM     75.     Long  Metre, 
fa  God  for  toe  Return  of  Peace* 
~^0  thee,  molt  high  and  holy  Go', 

To  thee  our  thankful  heirtl  v.e  rJ: 
Thy  works  declare  thy  nn}"  abroad, 

Thy  wcr.d'roua  wo:k3  demand  our  pra'fe. 


Tc 


160      PSALM     LXXVI. 

z  To  (lav^y  doom'd,  thy  chofcn  fons 
Bthoid  their  toes  triumphant  rift  j 

And  fore  oppreir.  by  car  My  thrones, 
They  fou^h:  tbe  Sov  reign  of  the  fk:es. 

3  Twas  then,  great  Cod,   with  equal  pow'r, 

Arofe  thy  ven/ance  and  thy  grace, 

To  fcourjjc  theii  legkns  from  the  fhorc, 

And  lave  the  remnant  of  thy  race. 

4  Thy  h  nd  that  f  rm'd  the  tiiilJefs  main, 

Anc  rear'a  the  mountain^  awful  head, 
Eaue  i'3gi:ii:  ;eas  their  courfe  retrain, 
And  defert  wild*  receive  their  dead. 

5  Such  wonders  r.-evcr  come  by  chance, 

Nor  can  the  winds  fuch  bleffinga  ^iow  ; 
*Tl$  G^l  the  jud^  doth  once  advance, 
'Tib  God  that  lays  another  low. 

6  Let  haughty  tyrants  fihk  th*ir  pride, 

N  -r  li-t  io  high  their  fcornful  head  5 
But  lay  their  impicus  thoughts  aiide, 
And  own  the  emp.re  God  hath  made. 

P     S      A     L     M        76. 
■z-ed,  a::d  the  AjTyr'icr.i  dcjlroyc  '  ;  or,  C- 
reance  aga'inji  bis  Lt.~mies  proceed:  J^' 
1    IN  Jud  .i  G01  j.'oic  was  known  j 
JL     His  nam:  in  Ifrael  great  j 
la  Siiem  flood  his  holy  cluone, 
AndSioa  was  his  feat. 
z  Among  the  praifes  of  his  faintt, 
His  dwelling  there  he  chefe } 
There  he  receiv'd  the-r  jufi  complaints^ 
Agi..nit  their  hau0ht)  U 
3  From  Sion  went  his  dieacful  word, 
And  broke  that  threat'ning  lpear ; 
The  bow,  the  arrows,  and  the  fvvord, 
And  crufa'd  th*  Affyiian  war. 

at  are  the  earth's  wide  kingdoms  eife 
But  mighty  hills  of  piey  ? 
The  hill  on  which  Jehovah  dwells 

Is  glorious  more  than  ihey.  5  'T*a* 


:    Twai  Scon's  king  that  ftepfd  the  breath 
Of  captains  and  thrir  binds  ! 
The  men  of  might  fieep  faft  in  deith, 
That  qucl:s  their  warlike  hancit. 
6  At  thy  rebuke,  O  Jacob's  God, 
Both  boils  anJ   chariot  fell  : 
Who  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  rod  ! 
Thy  yeng'ancc  who  can  tell  ? 
*   What  pow'r  can  ftand  before  thy  fi^ht 
When  once  thy  wrath  appears  ? 
Whto  heav'n  fi.inea  round  with  dreadful  light, 
The  earth  adores  and  fearE. 

:n  God  in  hit  own  fov'reign  ways 
Comes  down  to  fave  the  oppreit, 
The  wrath  of  man  flnll  work  his  praife, 
And  he'll   reftrain  the  reft. 
9  [Vows  to  the  Lord  and  tribute  briogt 
Ye  princes,  fear  his  frown  ; 
His  terrors  (hake  the  proudeft  king, 
And  fmite  his  armies  down. 
-  thunder  of  hit  fliarp  rebuke 
Our  haughty  foes  mall  feel  j 
Tor  Jacob's  God  ruth  not  forfook, 
But  dwells  in  Sion  ftill.] 

PSALM      77.       T%rfi  Part. 
iff*)   and  Hoi 
1    '"IpO  God  I  cry'd  with  mournful  voice, 
A        J  fought  his  gracious  ea', 
In  the  fad  hour  when  trouble  ro!>, 
And  fill'd  my  heart  with  fear. 
!  were  r/iy  days,  and  dark  my  n 
•  a!  tcl\i^d   relief  9 
I  thought  on  God,  the  ju3  2nd   wife, 
But  thoughts  increas'd  my  «_■:'     . 
II  1  complained  and  flill  opprcf1, 
My  ha^L  organ  to  br- 

d  k-ot  rry  e>es  aw; 
O  z 


16a    P  S  A  L  M    LXXVIt. 

4  My  overwhelming  forrows  grew, 

'Till  I  could  fyeak  no  more  j 
Then  I  within  myfelf  withdrew, 
And  calTd  thy  judgments  o*er. 

5  I  calPd  back  years  and  ancient  times 

When  I  beheld  thy  face ; 
My  fpirit  fearch'd  tor  fecret  crimes 
That  might  with-hold  thy  grace. 

6  I  call'd  thy  meicies  to  my  mind, 

Which  I  enjoy'd  before  y 
And  will  the  Lord  no  more  be  kind  j 
His  face  appear  no  more  ? 

7  Will  he  for  ever  caft  me  off? 

His  promife  ever  fail  f 
Has  he  forgot  bis  tender  love  ? 

Shall  anger  ftiil  prevail  ? 
S   Cut  I  forbid  this  hopelcfs  thought, 

This  dark,   ccipaiiing  frame, 
RemembYmg  what  thy  hand  haih  wrought  j 

Thy  hand  is  ftill  the  fame. 

0  ril  think  again  of  all  thy  ways, 

And  talk  thy  wonders  o'er, 
T.'.y  wonders  of  recovVing  grace, 
When  f.em  could  hope  no  more, 
io  Grace  dwelt  with  jiWlice  on  the  throne  ; 
And  men  that  love  thy  word, 
Have  in  thy  fancluary  known 
The  counftis  of  the  Lord. 
PSALM     77.     Stand  Part. 
Comfort  den<ved  from   ancient   Providence  $   or,  Jjrad 
ed J "rem  Egypt)  and  brought  to  Canaan* 

1  **  T  TOW  awful  is  thy  chaft'ning  red  ! 

X.  J.     "  (M*y  thy  own  children  fay) 
«  The  great,  the  wife,  the  dreaufJ  God! 
"  Hov  holy  is  hit  way  !" 

2  I'il  meditate  his  works  of  old, 

Who  rt "ins  in  hcav'.i  above, 
I'll  hear  his  zn;':.  'old, 

I  barn  to  truft  hti  Jove. 


PSALM     LXXVIII.      163 

He  faw  the  houfe  of  Jofeph  lie 
With  Egypt's  yoke  oppieft; 
Long  he  delay'd  to  hear  their  cry, 

Nor  gave  his  people  reft. 
The  Tons  of  pious  Jacob  feem'd 

Abandon'd  to  .'heir  foes  j 
But  his  almighty  arm  redeem M 
The  nation  whom  he  chofe. 
From  flavifh  chains  he  /ets  them  ftct 

They  follow  where  he  calls  j 
He  bade  them  venture  thro'  the  feaf 

And  made  the  waves  their  walls. 
The  waters  faw  thee,  rmghty  God, 

The  watrrs  faw  thee  come  ; 
Backward  they  fled,  and  frighted  flood, 
To  make  thine  armies  room. 

E  was  thy  journey  thro'  the  Tea, 
Thy  fo  <titeps,  Lord,  unknown} 
Terrors  attend  the  wond'rous  way 
Tfut  brings  thy  mercies  down. 
[Thv  voice  with  terror  in  rh*  found 
Thro'  clouds  and  darkntfs  broke; 
All  heav'n  in  Jightn  n^  ihonc  arotiid, 
And  earth  w.th  thurcer  fhojk. 

:ro,vs  t\ro'  the  (ky  was  hurTd, 
H  glorious  is  the  Lord  ! 

'..-.-   *g  ieia'd  the  world; 
3  ador'd. 

JO  He  gave  them  water  from  the  rock 3 
And  L  ha-  ', 

Thro'  a  dry  defeit  led  his    tiock 
To  Canaan's  promib'd  \i 

PSALM      -  ?arh 

TOVhliK 

i  T     ET  c  .. 

M     J 

tcid. 


i64    PSALM     LXXVIII. 

2  He  bids  us  make  his  glories  known  j 

His  works  of  power  and  grace  j 
And  we1!!  convey  his  wonders  down 
Thro'  ev'ry  riling  race. 

3  Our  lips  (hall  tell  them  to  our  fons, 

And  they  again  to  theirs, 
That  generations  yet  unborn 
May  tesch  them  to  the.r  heirs. 

4  Thus  mall  they  learn,  in  God  alone 

The'::  hope  feenrely  ftands, 
That  they  may  ne'er  forget  his  works, 
But  practice  kis  commands. 

PSALM     78.     Second  Part. 

JJraeVs  Rebellion  and  Pumjhment  ;    or,  the  Sins  ai 

Cbajiijements  of  God's  People* 

1  /"*\H  what  a  ftifr'  rebellious  houfc 
\J     Was  Jacob's  ancient  race  ! 
Falfe  to  their  own  moft  folemn  vows, 

And  to  their  Maker's  grace. 

2  They  broke  the  cov'nant  of  his  love, 

And  did  his  laws  d? fpife, 
Forgot  the  works  he  wrought  to  prove 
His  pow'r  before  their  eyes. 

3  They  faw  the  plagues  on  Egypt  Kgiit 

From  his  avenging  hand  : 
What  dreadful  tokens  of  his  might 
Spread  o'er  the  ftubborn  land. 

4  They  faw  him  cleave  the  mighty  fea, 

And  marchM  witn  f  fety  through, 
Wirh  war'ry  walls  to  guard  their  way, 
:  Tii!  they  had  Ycap'd  the  foe. 

5  A  wond'rois  piliarmark'd  the  road, 

Compos'd  of  fhrde  and  light  j 
By  day  it  prev'd  a  melt'iing  cicud, 
A  leading  fire  by  night. 

6  He  from  the  rock  their  thirft  fupyly'd  \ 

The  guihing  waters  flotv'd, 
And  ran  in  rivers  by  their  lid/, 
Along  the  defert  ioad> 


P  S  A  L  M    LXXVIII. 

I  they  provoke  the  Lord  moft  high, 
And  dar'd  diitruft  his  haad  5 
««  Can  he  with  bread  our  holt  fupply 
M  Amidft  this  barren  land  f 
%  The  Lc~d  with  indignation  heard, 
And  caused  his  wrath  to  flamt  : 
His  te  rors  ever  (land   prepar'd 
To  vindicate  his  name. 

P  S   A    L   M    7 3.   Second  Part. 
.  ment  of  Luxury  and  Intw.f.  erar.ee  j  or,  Cbaf- 
tijernent  and  Salvation. 

WHZN  llr'cl  iir.n'd,    the  Lcrd  reprov'd, 
And  riii'd  their  heart  with  dread  j 
Yet  he  forgave  the  men  he  lov'd, 
And  fent  them  heav'niy  bread. 
He  led  them  with  lib'rjl  hand, 

And  made  his  treafures  known  ; 
He  gave  the  mid-night  clouas  command 

To  ^our  provilion  down. 
The  m«»ma  like  a  morning  fhow'r 

Lay  thick  around  their  fete ; 
The  food  of  heav'n,  io  light,  lo  pure, 
As  tho1  'twere  engeli  mrat. 

cy  in  murm'ring  language  faid, 
4<  Is  HsKfiil  a  I  our  feaft  ? 
u  We  loath  this  light,  this  airy  bread  j 
*<  We  mull  have  fi:ih  to  taile." 
5  "  Ye  (hall  have  Hem  to  pJeafe  your  luff," 
The  Lore  in  wra;h  reply'd, 
And  lent  them  quail  1  like  fand  0*  duftj 
Heap'd  up  on  ev'ry  fide. 
5  He  gave  them  all  their  own  defire  ; 
And  ^.resdy  at  they  fed, 
Hu  veng'ance  burnt  with  fecret  fi.e, 
And  lmjte  the  rebels  dead. 
Lea  fome  were  llawi  the  reft  return' J, 
And  (ought  tht  Lord  with  tears ; 

the  rod  they  feard  and  mourn'd, 
but  foon  forgjt  thc;r  fears.  8  Of: 


i65    PSAL  M     LXXVHI. 

S  Oft  hechaftis'd,  and  ftill  forgave 
'Till  by  his  gracious  hand 
The  nations  he  refolv'd  to  fare, 
Poifefs'd  the  promisM  land. 

PSAL  M     78.     Vcr.  32,    &c.      Fourth  Part. 

Backjliding  and  Fsrg'injer.efs  j  or,  Sin  pur.iJbea^M 
Saints  javed. 

3    /^1  RE  AT  God,  how  oft  did  Ifr'el  prove 
VJT  By  turns  thine  anger,  and  thy  love  ? 
There  in  a  glafs  our  hearts  may  fee 
How  nckle  and  ho*  fa!fc  they  be. 

2  How  Coon  the  failhlefs  Jews  forgot 
The  dreadful  wonders  God  had  wrought  } 
Then  they  provoke  him  to  his  face, 

Nor  fear  his  powV,  nor  truft  his  grace. 

3  The  Lord  con fum\i  their  years  in  pain, 
And  made  their  travels  long  and  vain  5 
A  tedious  march  thro'  unknown  v.^ys 

Wore  out  their  ftrength,  and  fpent  their  dayit 
4.  Oft  when  they  faw  their  brethren  flair, 
They  mourn'd  *nd  fought  the  Lord  again ; 
CaliM  him  the  Rock  of  their  abode, 
Their  high  Redeemer  and  their  God. 

5  Tftcir  pray'rs  and  vows  before  him  rife 
As  flalt'ring  words  of  folemn  lies, 
While  their  rebellious  tempers  prove 
Faife  to  his  covenant  and  his  bve. 

6  Yet  could  h's  fov're:~n  gra'e  forgive 
The  men  who  ne'er  deferv'd  to  live  ; 
Hi-  anger  oft  away  he  turned, 
Or  elfe  with  gentle  flame  it  burn'd. 

7  He  faw  their  flefh  was  weak  and  frai!, 
He  faw  temptations  ftill  prevail  ; 
Tot  God  of  Abrah'm  lov'd  them  ftill, 
And  led  them  to  his  ho ;. 

PSA 


PSALM  LXXIX,  LXXX. 

P  S  A  L  M     79.     Long  Metre. 
rejs  of  J  Tar. 

1    TOEHOLD,  O  Goc,   what  cruel  foes, 
JD   Thy  peaceful  heritage  invade  $ 
Thy  holy  temple  ftands  defiTd, 
In  duft  thy  facred  walls  are  laiu. 
Wide  o'er  the  Tallies,  drench'd  in  blood, 
Thy  people  fall'n  in  death  remain  j 
The  fowls  of  heav'n  their  ficfh  devour, 
And  favage  beaus  divide  the  llain. 

3   ThY  intuiting  f.es,   with  impious  rage, 
Reproach  thy  children  to  their  face  j 
"  Where  is  )Our  God  of  boated  pow'r, 
"  And  where  the  promife  of  his  trice." 

4.  Deep  from  the  prifon's  horrid  glooms, 
Oh  hear  the  mournful  captives  Ugh, 
And  let  thy  fjvVeign  pow'r  reprieve, 
The  trembling  fouls  condemned  to  die* 

5  Let  thofe,  who  dar'd  infult  thy  reign, 
Return  difmay'd  with  er.-lefs  lhame, 
While  heathens,  who  thy  grace  defpife, 
Shall  from  thy  veng'ance  learn  thy  nam». 
So  fhall  thy  children,  freed  from  death, 
Eternal  fong%  of  honour  raife, 
Ana  ev'ry  future  age  /hall  tell, 
Thy  fov'reiga  pow'r  and  parc'nmg  grace. 

PSALM        80. 

Clurcfrs  Prayer  under  Affliction  }  or,   Tbe  V'ne* 
yard  of  God  ivafed. 

GREAT  mepherd  of  thine  Ifrael, 
Who  vi.dft  between  the  cherubs  dwell. 
And  lead  the  tribes,   th;  chofen  flueo, 
Safe  thro'  the  defr rt  anJ  the  deep  : 
Thy  church  is  in  the  deiert  now, 
Shine  from  on  high,  and  guide  us  thro'; 
Turn  us  to  th*.e,   thy  'ove  reftore, 
\i rc  ftali  be  fav'u  and  fi^h  no  more.       3  Great 


168      PSALM    LXXX. 

3  Great  God,  whom  heavYJy  hofts  obey, 
How  long  (hall  we  lament  and  pray  t 
And  wait  in  vain  thy  kind  return  ? 
How  long  fhall  thy  fierce  anger  bu 

4  Inftead  or*  wine  and  cheerful  bread, 
Thy  faints  with  their  ov/n  tears  are  fed  j 
Turn  us  to  thee,  thy  love  reftore, 

We  (hall  be  fav'd  and  ligh  no  more. 


5  Haft  not  thou  planted  with  thy  hands 
A  lovely  vine  in  heathen  lands  ? 
Did  not  thy  power  defend  it  round, 
And  heav'nly  dews  enrich  the  grotnd? 

6  How  did  the  fpreading  branches  (hoot, 
Add  blefs  the  nations  with  the  fruit  ; 
But  now,  dear  Lord,  look  down  and  fee 
Thy  mourning  viae,  that  lovely -tree* 

7  Why  is  her  beauty  thus  defrcM , 
Why  haft  thou  laid  her  fences  wafte  ? 
Strangers  and  foes  agaicft  her  join, 
And  ev'ry  beaft  devours  the  vine. 

3  Return,  almighty  God,  return; 
Nor  let  thy  bleeding  vineyard  mourn  : 
Turn  us  to  thee,    thy  love  ieftore, 
We  mail  be  fav'd  and  fi^h  no  more. 

Pause      2. 

9  Lord,  when  this  vine  in   Cnaan  greVj 
Thou  waft  its  (Irength  and  glory  too  j 
Attack'd  in  vain  by  all  its  fees, 
Tiil  the  fair  Branch  of  promife  rofe. 
!•  Fair  Branch)  ordain'd  af  old  to  ft.oot 
Fr^m  David's  ftock,  irom  Jacob's  root  j 
Himfclf  a  noule  Vine,  and  v.e 
The  icfler  branches  of  the  tree  ; 


n  '1 


P  S  A  L  M     LXXXI.      i6(, 

ii  'TIs  thy  own  Son  ;  and  he  fiilll  fhnd 

C'.r:  with  thy  ihength  at  thy  right  hand  > 
Thy  hrft-bcrn  Son,  udorn'd  and  bicit 
pow'r  and  grace  above  the  reft. 
12  Oh  !   for  his  fake  attend  our  cry, 
Shine  en  the  churches  left  they  die  : 
Turn  'is  to  thee,   thy  Jove  reft  ore,    - 
We  (hail  be  iav'd  +nd  figh  no  more. 


rc 


PSALM     Si.     i,  8 — x6. 

f God  to  bis  People}  or,  Spiritual  BUf- 
Jir.^s  jed  Punijhments* 

I    CjING  to  the  Lord  aloud, 
j^     And  make  a  jo)ful  roife  ; 
Cod  is  our  ftren^'    ,   our  Saviour  God  j 
Let  I fi'cl  hear  h-s  voice. 
1  u  From  idols  falfeand  vaic, 
il  Prefervu  my  rites  divine  ; 
"  I  am  the  Lord  who  broke  thy  chain 
u  0/  ilav'ry  and  of  Tin. 

3  "  Stretch  thy  defires  abroad, 

4<  And  I'll  fupply  them  well ; 
"  But  if  ye  will  refufeyour  God 
'<  I.  i  .'ri."i  will  rebel  j 

4  u  I'll  leave  them,   faith  the  Lord, 

**  To  their  own   lulls  a  prey, 
••  And  lee  (h:m  run  the  dang'ious  TOu.l, 
"  'TJ8  their  own  crK.icn  way. 

5  "  Yet  Oh  '   that  all  my  faints 

*'  WouM  hearken  to  my  voice  ! 
M  Soon  i  would  cafe  their  fore  complaints, 
M  And  bi.i  their  hearts  rejoice. 

6  «  While  I  drftroy  their  foes, 

"  HI  richfy  feed  my  flock, 
H  And  they  A. all  tafle  the  it  ram  that  flows 
4k  Irom  thtircternaJ  R^ck. 

P  PS  AL  :-f 


ljo  PSALM  LXXXII,  LXXXIII 

PSALM       82. 

Cod  the  juprant  Governor 5   or,  Mag'ijiratei  ivarned. 

1  J\  MONG  tir  afTembliei  of  the  great 
Xx,  A  greater  ruler  takes  Ws  feat  j 
The  God  cf  heav'n  as  Judge  furveys 
Thofe  gods  on  eaith  and  a'.l  their  ways. 

2  Why  will  ye  frame  oppreflive  laws  .' 
Or  why  (jpport  th*  unrighteous  caufe  ! 
Whtfi  will  yc  once  defend  the  poor, 
That  foes  may  vex  the  faints  no  more  ? 

3  They  know  nor,  Lord,  nor  will  they  know  : 
Dark  arc  the  ways  in  which  they  go  \ 
Their  name  of  eaithly  gods  is  vain, 

For  thy  (hall  fall  and  die  like  men. 

4  Arifc,  O  Lcrd,  2nd  le:  thy  Son 
Pofiefs  his  univerfal  throne, 

And  rule  the  nations  with  his  rod ; 
He  is  cur  Judge,  and  he  our  God. 

PSALM        83. 
A  Complaint  againji  Persecutors. 
1      A  ND  will  the  God  cf  grace 
JfX     Perpetual  filence  keep  ? 
The  God  of  Juftice  hold  his  peace, 
And  let  his  veng'ance  fleep  ! 
2,  Behold  what  curfed  fnares 

The  men  of  mifchief  fpread  5 
The  men  that  hate  thy  faints  ?nd  thee, 
Lift  up  their  threatening  head. 

3  Againft  thy  hidden  ones, 

Their  counfels  they  employ, 
And  malice  with  her  watchful  eye 
Purfues  them  to  deftroy. 

4  "Come  let  us  join,  they  cjy, 

(i  To  root  them  irom  thr  (round, 
u  Till  not  the  name  cf  faints  remain, 
"  Not  mczn'ry  ftatU  be  fcund." 

5  Awaj 


P  S  A  L  M     LXXXIV.      i- 

.  pake,  Almighty  Gcd, 
And  call  thy  wrath  to  mind  ; 
Givx  them  like  rbreus  to  the  lire, 
Or  ftubble  to  the  wind. 
6   Convince  the::  madnefs,  Lord, 

And  make  them  feek  thy  name  ; 
Or  elfe  their  (tubborn  rage  confound. 
That:  t'«ey  may  die  in  lhame. 
-  Then  (hall  the  aati  >r.s  know 
'Thy  glorious  drsadful  word, 
Jehovah  is  thy  name  alone, 
And  thou  the  lWreign  Lord. 

PSALM     S4.     rirftPart.    L-ng  Metre. 
The  Pkajure  of  Public 

1    TJOW  pleafanr,  how  divinely  fair, 
XjL    O  Lord  of  hofls,  thy  dwellings  i:z  ! 
With  Jon*  dtfvt  my  (pint  faint*, 
To  meet  th1  afTembiiea  of  thy  faints. 

1   My  Aeft  would  reft  in  thine  abode  ; 
My  panting  heart  cries  0  it  for  God  ; 
My  God  !   my  King  !   why  mould  1  be 
So  far  from  ail  my  joys  and  thee. 

3  The  fparrow  chafes  wl  1 
An!  I 

But  in  1  my  Cod  to  ff  1 

That  p'eaftire  which  h:a  children  want  ? 

4  B!::lare  the  faints  who  fit  on  high, 
Atound  thy  throe 

Thy  brighter  glories  ;.. 
AnJ  all  the  ; 

I  ire  the  (bull  who   . 

i  thy  gentler  r 
A..i  feek  thy  face  and  learn  Cl 

6  Bj 


i72     P  S  A  L  M     LXXXIV. 

6  Bieft  are  the  men  whofe  hearts  are  fct 
To  find  the  way  to  Sion's  gate  $ 

(Jed  is  their  ftren^th  ;  and  thro*  the  road 
They  lean  upon  their  helper,  God. 

7  Cheerful  they  walk,  with  growing  lUengihj 
Till  all  (hall  mre:  in  heav'n  at  length  j 
Till  all  bsfcre  thy  face  appear, 

And  join  in  nobler  worfhip  there. 

PSALM     84.     Second  Part.    Long  Metre. 
God  and  bis  Church  }   or,  Grace  and  Glory. 

1    /"^  REAT  God  attend  while  Sion  fingi 
xJJ   Thy  joy  that  from  thy  prtfence  fpring? , 
To  fpend  one  d?.y  with  thee  on  earth 
Lrceeds  2  thousand  days  of  mirth. 

1  Might  I  e.nj  y  the  meanefl  place 
Within  thy  houfe,  O  God  of  grace, 
Not  tents  of  eafe  nor  thrones  of  power 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  door. 

3  God  is  our  fun,  he  makes  our  day  5 
God  is  our  fnield,    he  guards  cur  way 
From  all  th*  aflaul's  or"  he'sl  and  lin, 
From  fotz  without  and  fees  within. 

4  All  needful  grace  will  Gcd  be/low, 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too  : 
He  gives  us  all  thlog',  and  with-h^ids 
Nj  real  goc<i  from  upright  foult. 

5  O  God,  our  King,   wh  fe  fov'reign  fway 
The  g'orious  holla  of  hcav'n  obey, 

The  «,evils  at  thy  prefencc  fiee, 
Eieft  is  the  man  that  t-ufts  in  thee. 
PSALM     $4.     Vcr.  1,  2,  3,   10. 
Paraphrab'd  in  Common  Metre. 
Delight  in  Ordinances  of  IVorfnp  j   cr,   God prefent  in\ 
bis  Cburchei. 
I    J\/[Y  Sod  hew  lovely  is  the  place 
1  *  -i     To  which  thy  God  relorts ! 
'Xis  heav'n  to  fee  his  fmiling  face, 

Tho1  is  his  earthly  courts.  s  There 


A  L  M     LXXXIV.     17- 

He  (*ria%  pow'r  difplays, 

in  w»on  cur  eyes, 
•  rays. 
|if-i  .be  heiv\n!y  D( 
U>d  fiUl  the  piace, 
lc  Chrift  reveals  hii  arond'roui  iovc, 
And  iheds  abroad  his  p 
tte,  nrghtjGod,  thy  words  d-c'are 
The  fecrets  of  thv 
And  ftill  wefeek  thy  mcrcici  there, 
:  I  dig  iby  praifei  ftill« 


Pa   0   s   e. 

5  My  heart  and  rlem  cry  out  foi  | 
While  far  from  thine  abtfC  ; 

tall  I  tread  thy  courts  ifid  fce 
My  Saviour  and  my  God  r 
The  fparrow  builds  herfclf  aneft, 

An  J  luf/er?  no  remo-.c  ; 
Oh  make  me  like  the  fpa  I   -  I  Meftj 

T:>  d>rell  but  where  1  k  \-.. 

To!:c  one  day  beneath  thine  esr, 

And  hear  thy  gracious  TOlce, 

I  whole  eternity 

•y'd  in  carnal  joys. 

Lorl  at  thy  th remold  I  would  wait, 

le  JefiM  is  writ 
Rather  than  fill  a  throne  of  ftate 
Among  the  tenti 

I  command  tl  :ndy 

And  the  more  bouncilefs  fe?, 
For  one  b  eft  hour  at  thy  1 
I'd  give  them  both  away. 

P  z  PSALM 


:     PS  A  L  M     LXX 

P  S   A  L  M     ?4-     As  the  i^th  Pfalm. 

longing  for  the  Houfe  of  God. 
I    T      ORD  of  the  worlds  above, 
Ij    j  How  plea&nt  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  thy  l«?t| 
Thy  earthly  temples  are. 
To  thine  abode 
My  heart  afpirei 
With  warm  defied 
To  fee  my  God. 
2  The  '•'Arrow  for  her  young 
With  pleafure  fceks  her  naft, 
And  wandYing  fwallows  long 
To  find  their  wonted  reft  j 
My  fpirit  faints 
With  e;ual  zeal 

rife  and  dwell 
Among  thy  faints. 
3  O  hippy  fouls  that  pray, 
\Vhe:c  God  appoints  to  hear  j 

O  happy  men  that  pay 
Then  conftant  icrvice  there  . 
They  praife  thee  ftiil  > 
And  luppy  they 
That  love  the  way 
To  Sion's  hill. 
4  They  go  from  ftrength;  to  ttrengtb, 
Thro'  this  dark  vail  of  tears, 
'Till  each  anives  at  length, 
'Till  each  in  heav'n  appears; 
O  glorous  fcav 
When  God  our  K'ng 
Shall  thi'her  brirg 
Our  willing  feet  1 
-  To  fpend  one  facred  day,  ^ 
Wjiere  God  and  faints  at.idc, 
£  fiords  diviner  jcy 
Thin  thcufand  dap  be  fide ; 


Wl 


P  S  A  L  M     LXXXV. 

Where  G  d  refer;?, 
1  k«c  it  more 
To  keep  the 
Than  flune  in  ccurt*. 

6  Cod  is  our  fun  and  Ih.e't', 
Our  light  and  cur  defence  ; 
With  gifts  our  hands  arc  fiii'd  j 
We  draw  our  bleffinga  thence  s 

He  mall  beftow 
On  Jacob's  race 
Peculiar  gr.ice 
And  glery  tec. 

7  The  Lord  his  people  Jovei  ; 
His  hand  no  good  with-boldl 
From  thofe  his  heart  ippi 
From  pure  and  pious  fouls  '. 

Thrice  happy  he, 
O  God  of  hc:t?> 
Whofe  Ipirit  trulls 
Alone  in  thee. 
PSALM     84.     Vcr.  1.   S,  Firfl  Pjr;. 
II' a- ting  for  an  An  fiver  to   Prayer  5    or,    Dell 
legun  end  cempleated* 
ORD,  thou  haft  cali'd  thy  grace  to  mini, 
Thou  haft  revers'J  our  he^vy  doom  : 
So  God  forgave  when  Ifr'el  linn'd, 
And  brought  his  wana'ring  captives  kome. 
TIiou  haft  begun  to  fet  us  free, 
And  made  thy  ricrceft  wrath  abate  : 
Now  let  our  hearts  be  turnM  to  thee, 
And  thy  falvation  be  complex. 
Revive  our  dying  graces,  Lord, 
And.  !et  thy  faints  in   thee  r-jo'ce  ; 

known  thy  truth,   fulfil  thy  word, 
We  wait  for  praife  to  tune  our  voice. 
We  wait  to  hear  what  GcJ  will  fay  j 
He'll  fpeik,  and  give  his  people  peace  : 
Eut  let  them  r.in  no  more  aftray, 
•  IS  returning  • 


u 


s- 


176  PSALM  LXXXV,  LXX: 

PSALM    85.    Vtr.  9,    &c.     Second  1 
Salvation  by  Cbnjl, 
ALVATION  ij  for  ever  nigh 
The  fcuis  that  few  nnd  truft  the  Lord  j 
And  grace  defending  from  on  high 
Fre/h  hopes  of  glory  (hall  aft'ord. 
z  Mercy  and  t:uth  on  ail  are  met, 
Since  Chrift  the  Lord  came  down  from  k:av'n  j 
By  his  obedience  Co  c jmpieat 
Juftice  is  pleas'd  and  peace  is  ^iv'n. 

3  Now  t*uth  and  honour  (hall  abound, 
Religion  due  i  on  earth  again, 

And  heav'nly  influence  blefs  the  ground 
In  our  Redeemer's  gentler  leign. 

4  His  righteoufnefs  is  gone  before, 
To  give  us  frtc  accefa  to  God  ; 

Our  wand'ring  feet  mail  ftrajf  no  more, 
But  mark  his  fleps  and  keep  the  road. 

PSALM       86.     8—13. 
A  general  Song  of  Pralfe  to  God. 

1  A   MUNG  the  prin-es  earthly  gods, 
£JL     There's  none  hath  pow'r  uivine  J 
Nor  is  their  nature,  mighty  Lo  d, 

Nor  arc  their  works  like  thine. 

2  The  nations  thcu  haft  made  fhall  bring 

Their  UlYmgs  round  thy  throne; 
For  thou  alone  coft  wond'rous  thin^r, 
For  thou  art  Gol  alone. 

3  Lor^,  I  wou'd  walk  v/.th  holy  feet, 

Teach  me  th"ne  hejv'nl*  ways, 
And  ail  my  windYing  thoughts  un!t^ 
In  God  my  Father's  praife. 

4  Gren  is  tny  mercy  and  my  tongue 

Shall  thy  fweet  won  1ers  tell, 
How  by  trv    prace  mv  finking  foul 

Rofefi-cxn  the  dvcpi  cf  hell,        P  S  A  L  M 


SALM  LXXXVII,LXXXVIII.  177 

V  S   A  L  M     87.     Long  Metre. 

re  Church  the  Birth  Place  of  the  Sinners  ;    or,   JtVJt 

and  Ger.fi.'es  united  in  the  Chrijiian  Church, 

1  f~\  OD  in  his  earthly  temple  lays 
VJJ  Foundation  for  ills  heav'nly  praife  j 
He  likes  the  tentfi  of  Jacob  we. i, 

But  ft  11  in  Sion  loves  to  dwell. 

2  His  mercy  vifits  ev'ry  hcufe 

Tl.a:  pay   their  night  and  morn'ng  vows  j 
But  makes  a  more  delightful  fiay, 

-re  churches  meet  to  praife  and  pray. 

3  What  g  ories  were  defcrib'd  of  old  ! 
What  Tjonders  are  in  Sion  told  ! 
Thou  city  of  our  God  btlow, 

Thy  fame  fnall  Tyre  and  Egypt  know. 

4  Egypt  and  Tyre,  and  Greek  and  Jew, 
Shall  there  begin  their  lives  a-new  : 
Angels  and  men  Hull  join  to  fing 
The  hill  where  living  waters  fpring. 

e,  When  God  makes  up  his  lad  account 
(Jf  natives  in  his  holy  m< 
Twill  be  an  honour  to  appear 
As  one  new-born  and  nouiiiVd  there. 

PSALM     18.     At  the  113th  Halm. 

1,   and  Abjcnce  of  Divine  Grace* 

OGOD  of  my  falvation,  hear 
M  ;.  n:L;h:!y  grcar,   my  daily  prayV, 

ftill  employ  rny  wilting  b/caih  i 
il  declining  to  the  £~a*e, 
Implores  thy  fov'icign  Pow'r  lo  fave 

daik  defptif  and  laOin^  death, 
v.alii    its  hravy  on  my  foul, 
»wi  o'er  me  rollj 
While  du:l  and  fjlcnce  fprtad  the  gloom  : 
nds,   beiov'd  it  happier  d2;.r, 
.ipanions  of  my  ways, 
cent1  around  me  to  the  tomb.  3  As, 


178     P  S  A  L  M     LXXXIX. 

3  As,  !ott  in  lcne!y  gr:ef,  I  trrad 
Th«  mournful  manfioni  of  the  dead. 

Or  to  fome  thrang'd  aftembly  go  ; 

T  v  i  all  a;i!:e  I  rove  aior.?, 
While,  here  forgot  and  there  unknown, 
The  change  renews  my  piercing  woe. 

4  And  why  will  God  neglect  my  cail  1 
Or  who  ilia!l  pro'fit  by  my  fell, 

When  li  e  departs  and  love  expires  ? 
Can  duft  and  darknefs  praife  the  Lord  ? 
Or  wakr,  cr  brighten  at  :.is  word, 

And  tune  the  harp  with  hsaVnly  quiies  ? 

5  Yet  thro*  each  melancholy  day, 

I've  pray'd  to  thee,  and  (rill  will  pray, 

Imploring  ftili  thy  kind  return ■ 

But  oh  !  my  friendf,  my  comforts  flrd, 
And  all  my  kindred  of  the  dead 

Recal  my  wand'ring  thoughta  to  mourn. 

PSALM    89.    Firfl  Part.     Long  Metre. 
The  Covenant  made  iv'ub  Cbr'ifi  j  or,  The  true  D, 

1  "jT^OREVER  fliall  my  long  record 
jp     The  truth  and  mercy  of  the  Lord  5 
Mercy  and  truth  for  ever  fland 

Like  heav'n  eftabliih'd  by  his  hand. 

2  Thus  to  his  Son  he  fware  and  fYitl 

li  With  thee  my  cov'nant  ft  ft  is  mace  : 
"  In  thee  (hall  dying  Tinners  live  5 
<s  Glory  and  grace  are  thine  to  give. 

3  (<  Be  thou  my  Prophet,  thou  my  Prleft  j 
"  Thy  children  fliall  be  ever  Lleft  ; 

<e  Thou  art  my  chofen  King,  thy  ihrone 
<c  Shall  ftand  e'ernal  like  my  ow.    • 

4  "  There'3  none  of  ail  my  fons  above 
if  So  muth  my  image  or  my  love  ; 

"  Celeftial  pow'rs  thy  fubjecls  are, 
"  Then  what  can  earth  to  thee  compare  ? 

5  <•  D; 


5  "  David,  my  fervanf,  whom  I  chofe, 

44  To  fcuard  my  Hock,  to  crufli  my  fees  ; 
"  And  railjd  him  to  the  Jewifh  throne, 
11  Was  but  a  ihacow  of  my  bor..'' 

6  Now  let  the  church  rejoice  and  f;ng, 
ftfus  her  Saviour  and  her  King  : 
Angels  his  htav'nly  wenders  £how, 
And  fa'nts  declare  his  wcrks  beiow. 

PSALM  So.    Firfi  Part.  Common  Metre. 

The  Faitbfulncfs  of  God. 
I    TV  /T  Y  ncver-ceafing  fong  fhall  mow 
JVA      The  mercies  of  ihs  Lord  j 
And  make  fuccceding  ages  know 
How  faithful  i:  his  Vrt>rd« 
z  The  facred  truths  his  lips  prcnouflCf 
Shall  firm  as  heav'n  endure  j 
And  if  he  fpeak  a  promife  once, 
Th'  eternal  grace  is  fure. 
5  How  long  the  race  of  David  held 
The  promis'd  Jewifh  throre  ! 
But  there's  a  nobler  cov'nanl  feal'd 
To  Davids  greater  Son. 

4  His  feed  for  ever  flia'l  pcfTcfs 

A   throne  above  the  fides; 
The  meanefr  fubjeel  of  his  grace 
Shall  to  that  glory  rife. 

5  Lord  God  of  hofls,  thy  wond'reus  ways 

Are  fang  by   faints  ^bove  : 
And  faints  on  earth  their  honours  raifc 
To  thy  unchanging  love. 

PSALM     89.      7,    &C.     Second  Part. 

*r  and  Majefiy  of  God ;  or,  Reverential Worfl.'ip* 

1    WJITH  rev'rencc  let   thz  faints  appear, 
T  t         And  bow  before  the  Lcrd, 
His  high  cornmznds  wiih  rev'rencc  hear, 
.And  tremble  at  h:s  word.  z  How 


180    P  S  A  L  M    LXX2 

2  How  terrible  thy  glories  rife  ! 

How  bright  thine  armies  (hire! 
Where  is  the  pow'r  with  thee  that  vi«s, 
Or  truih  compafd  with  thine  r* 

3  The  northern  pole  and  fouthem  reft 

On  thy  fupporting  hand  j 
Darknefs  and  day  from  eafl  to  well: 

Move  round  at  thy  command. 
4.  Thy  word  the  raging  windscontrou', 

And  rule  the  boiltVous  deep  j 
Thou  mak'ft  the  Oeeping  billows  roll, 

The  roiling  billows  fleep. 

5  Heav'n,  earth,  and  air,  and  Tea  are  thice, 

And  the  dark  world  of  hell  j 
Thty  law  thine  arm  in  teng'ance  ihine 
When  Egypt  durft  rebel. 

6  Juftice  and  judgment  are  thy  throne, 

Yet  wond'rous  is  thy  grace  ! 
While  truth  and  mercy  join'd  in  one, 
Invite  us  near  thy  face. 


PSALM 


15,  Sec,    7 bird  Pari, 


A  BltJJed  Gefpel, 

1  T)  LEST  are  the  fouls  who  hear  and  know 
13     The  gofpePi  joyful  foun*  ! 
Peace  mall  attend  the  path  they  go 

And  light  their  (leps  furrouncl. 

2  Their  joy  mall  bear  their  fpirits  up 

Thro'  thtir  Redeemer's  namej 

His  righteGufnefo  exalts  their  hope 

And  fills  their  foes  with  fhame. 

3  The  Lord  our  glory  and  defence 

Strength  and  faivatitn  gives ; 
Ifr'cl,  thy  King  lor  e*cr  reigns, 
Thy  God  for  ever  hves. 

P  S  A  L 


PSALM     LXXXIX.      181 

PSALM     89.   19,  &c  Fourth  Part, 
rift's  media iirlal  Kingdom  J   or,  His  divine  an 

man  Nature. 
j    T"  TEAR  what  the  Lord  in  v'fiorr  faid, 
JL  X     And  made  his  mercy  known  : 
44  Sil  ners,  beheld,  your  help  is  laid 
"  On  tny  almighty  Son." 
2  Behold  the  man  my  wlfdoflB  chofe 
Among  your  mortal  race  : 
His  head  my  holy  oil  o'erflows, 
With  full  fuppJiea  of  grace. 
I  High  mall  he  reign  en  David'a  throne, 
My  peopled  better  King; 
My  arm  (hall  beat  Ml  rivals  dowr, 
And  flill  new  fubje&s  bring. 
I  My  truth  mall  guard  him  in  his  W2y 
With  mercy  by  his  fide 5 
While  in  my  name  o'er  earth  and  fea 

He  fhall  in  triumph  ride. 
Me  for  his  Father  and  his  God, 

He  flial!  for  ever  own, 
Call  me  his  rock,  hh  high  abode, 

And  I'll  fupport  my  Son. 
My  firft-byrii  Son  array'd  in  grare, 

any  right  hand  li  all  fit, 
Beneath  him  lUgcli  know  their  place, 

And  monarch*  at  h*s  feet. 
My  covenant  ftancii  for  ever  faft, 

I      My  promifes  arc  ftrong ; 
Firm  as  the  heav'r.s  his  throne  mall  lafr, 
His  fe:d  endure  as  long. 
PSALM      89.      30,   Sec.     Fifth  Part. 

V  of  Grace  unchangeable  $   or,  Jlfficliw 
witboi 
J'LT  (faith  the  Lore.)  if  David's  race, 
1       The  children  of  my  Son, 
iou!ii  break  my  laws,  abufe  my  grace 
SAll    And  tempt  mine  anger  down  j 

Q,  2  Thcic 


i8a     PSALM     LXXXIX. 

a  Their  fins  1*11  vifit  with  the  rod, 
And  make  their  folly  fmart  j 
But  Til  not  ceafe  to  be  their  God, 
Nor  from  my  truth  depart. 

3  My  covenant  I  will  ne'er  revoke, 

But  keep  my  grace  in  mind  j 
And  what  eternal  love  hath  fpoke, 
Eternal  truth  fhall  bind. 

4  Once  havt  I  fworn,  (I  need  no  more) 

And  pledg'd  my  holinefs, 
To  feal  the  facred  promife  fare 
To  David  and  his  race. 

5  The  fun  fhall  fee  his  offspring  rife 

And  fpread  from  lea  to  fea, 
Long  as  he  travels  round  the  ikies 
To  give  the  nations  day. 

6  Sure  as  the  moon  that  rules  the  night 

His  kingdom  mall  endure, 
'  Till  the  nVd  laws  of  fhade  and  light 
Shall  be  obferv'd  no  more. 

PSALM  89.    47,  &c.  Sixth  Part,  tong  Met) 

Mtrtality  and  Hope. 
A  Funeral  Pfalm. 

1   TJ  EMEMBER,  Lord,  our  mortal  ftate, 
XV  How  fr**1  our  Hfe,  how  fhort  our  date| 
Wfeere  is  the  man  that  draws  his  breath 
Safe  from  difeafe,  fecure  from  death. 

1  Lord,  while  we  fee  whole  nations  die, 
Our  fleih  and  ftrength  repine  and  cry, 
"  Muft  death  for  ever  rags  and  reign  ! 
<{  Or  haft  thou  made  mankind  in  vain  :'* 

3  Where  is  thy  promife  to  the  juft  ? 
Are  not.  thy  fervants  turn'd  to  duft  ! 
But  faith  forbids  thefe  mournful  ugh&, 
And  fees  the  fleeping  duft  arifc. 

*T:I 


PSALM    LXXXIX,  XC.     183 

4  That  glorious  hour,  that  dreadful  day 
Wipes  the  reproach  of  faints  away, 
And  clears  the  honour  of  thy  word  i 
Awake,  our  fouls,   and  blefs  the  Lord. 
PSALM     S9.     Vcr.  47,  Sec.     Lafi  Part. 
As  the  113th  Pfa!m. 
Ltfit  Death,  and  the    'RejurreSlion. 
i   nnHINK,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  man, 
A     How  few  his  hours,   how  fhort  his  lpan  ! 

Short  from  the  cradle  to  the  grave  j 
Who  can  fecure  his  vital  breath 
Againft  the  bold  demands  of  death 

With  (kill  to  fly,  orpow'r  to  fave  ? 
Lord,  mall  it  be  for  ever  ftid, 
*'  The  race  of  man  was  only  made 

"  For  ficknefs,  forrow  and  the  dufl  ?" 
Are  not  thy  fervants  day  by  day 
Sent  to  their  graves  and  turn'd  to  clay  ? 

Lord,  where's  thy  kindnefs  to  the  juft  ? 
Haft  thou  not  promis'd  to  thy  Son, 
And  all  his  feed,  a  heav'nly  crown  ? 

But  P.eih  and  fenfe  indulge  defpair  j 
For  ever  Melted  be  the  Lord, 
That  fjith  can  read  his  holy  word, 
And  find  a  refurrecYion  there. 
|.  For  ever  bleiTed  be  the  Lord, 
Who  gives  his  faints  a  long  reward, 

For  all  their  toil,  reproach  and  pain; 
Let  all  below,  and  all  abeve, 
Join  to  proclaim  thy  wondVous  love, 
And  each  repeat  their  loud  Amen. 
PS  AL  M     90.     Long  Metre, 

Man   mortal,  and  God  eternal. 
A  mournful  Song  at  a  Funeral. 
j    TrHRO1  ev'ry  ags,  eternal  God, 

JL     Thou  art  our  reft,  our  fife  abode  : 
High  was  thy  throne  ere  heav'n  was  rmde, 
Or  earth  thy  humble  footftool  laid.         2  Lcng 


i84 


P  S  A  L  M     XC. 


2  Long  had'ft  thoa  rcign'd  ere  time  began. 
Or  duft  was  fauYon'd  to  a  man  j 
And  long  thy  kingdom  mail  endure 
When  earth  and  time  ihall  be  no  more. 

3  But  man,  weak,  man,  is  born  to  die, 
Made  up  of  guilt  and  vanity  ! 
Thv  dreadi'ul  fentence,  Lord,  was  juft, 
<(  l'*eturn,  ye  tinners,  to  your  dufl." 

4  [A  thoufand  of  cur  years  amount 
Scarce  to  a  day  in  thine  account 5 
Like  yefterday  s  departed  light, 
Or  the  iaffc  watch  of  ending  night. 

Pause. 

5  Death,  like  an  overflowing  frream, 
Sweeps  us  away  ;   our  life's  a  dream  : 
An  empty  tale  :   a  morning  flow'r, 
Cut  down  and  wither'd  in  an  hour. J 

6  [Our  aga  to  feventy  yean  is  fct ; 
riow  (hort  the  time  !  how  ft  ail  the  ftate  ! 
And  if  to  eighty  we  arrive, 
We  rather  ti^h,  and  groan  than  live. 

7  But  Oh  how  oft  thy  wrath  appears, 
And  cuts  oft  our  expedlcd  years  ! 
Thy  wrath  awakes  our  humble  dread  ! 
Ve  fc^r  the  pew'r  that  flnkts  us  dead.  J 

S  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  how  frail  is  man  5 
And  kindly  lengthen  out  the  fpan, 
'Tili  a  wife  care  of  piety 
Fit  us  to  die,  and  dwell  with  thee. 

P  S  A  L  M  90.  1---5.  Firfl  Part.  Com.  Metre 
Man  frail,  and  God  eternal. 

I  £~\^&  G°d>  our  help  in  ages  pafr, 
V-/     Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Out  fholtet  from  theftormy  blaft, 

And  our  eternal  home.  z  Beacatl 


P  S  A  L  M    XC.  l»i 

r.  Beneath  the  fiiadow  of  thy  throat 
Thy  faints  have  dwelt  fecure  ; 
Sufficient  is  thine  arm  alone, 
And  my  defence  is  lure. 

3  Before  the  hills  in  oraer  fioo^. 

Or  earth  receivM  her  frame, 
From  cverlafting  thou  art  God, 
To  enclefs  years  the  fame. 

4  Thy  word  commands  our  rlefli  to  cult, 

m  Return,  ye  fons  of  men ; 
An  nations  rofe  from  earth  at  firft, 
And  turn'd  to  earth  again. 

5  A  thoufanl  ages  in  ti.»y  fight 

Are  likv.  an  ev'ning  gone  ; 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  th:  I 
Before  the  riling  dawn.  ■ 

6  [The  bufy  tribes  of  rlefli  and  blood, 

With  all  their  lives  and  cares, 
Are  carried  downwards  by  the  .. 
And  loft  in  following  years. 

7  Time  like  an  ever-rclling  ftre-r.:, 

Bears  all  its  fons  away; 
They  fly  forgotten,  as  a  cream 
Dies  at  the  op'nin^  day. 
^   Li  Ice  ilow'ry  fields  the  nations  (land 
Pleas' J  with  the  morning  ii^ht  j 
The  rtow'rs  beneath  theme 
Lie  withering  ere  'tis  night. J 
9  Our  GoJ,   our  help  in  ages  pa.:, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Ec  thou  our  guard  while  trouble:  llftj 
And  our  eternal  home. 
[  90.  8,  xi,  2,  io,  12.  ■ '.   C.  Metre. 

. 
(j'ADy  if  .'t:, 

..1 4    Aadjofl  ec  ;r?*s  i-  rexej 

exceeds  001 
And  burns  beyond  oux  I . 


i86  PSALM    XI 

z  Thine  anger  turns  our  frame  to  duft  ; 
By  one  offence  to  thee, 
Adam,  with  all  his  fons  have  loft 
Their  immortality. 

3  Life,  like  a  vain  amufement  flies, 

A  fable  en  a  fong  j 
By  fwife  degrees  our  nature  dies, 
Nor  can  our  joys  be  long. 

4  "Tis  but  a  few  whofe  days  amount 

To  threefcore  years  and  ten  5 
And  all  beyond  that  mort  account 
Is  forrow,  toil,  and  pain. 

5  [Our  vitals  with  laborious  ftrife 

Bear  up  the  crazy  load, 
And  drag  thefe  poor  remains  of  life 
Alon^the  tirefome  road.] 

6  Almighty  God  reveal  thy  love, 

And  not  thy  wrath  alone  : 
Oh  let  our  fweet  experience  prove 
The  mercies  of  thy  throne. 

7  Our  fouls  would  learn  the  heav'nly  art 

T*  improve  the  hours  we  have, 
That  we  may  aft  the  wifer  part, 
And  live  beyond  the  grave. 
PSALM  90.  Ver.  13,  &c  Third  Part.  Com.  Metre* 
Breathing  after  Heaven. 
3    T}  ETURN,  6  God  of  love,  return  3 
JF^,     Earth  is  a  tirefome  place  : 
How  Ion;;  ihali  we  thy  children  mourn 
Our  abfence  frcm  thy  face  ? 
z   Let  heav'n  fucceed  our  painful  years, 
Let  fin  and  forrow  ceafe, 
And  in  proportion  to  our  tears 
So  make  our  joys  increafe. 
3  Thy  wonders  to  thy  fervants  mow, 
Make  thy  own  work  ccmpleat ; 
Then  mill  our  fjuls  thy  glory  know, 
And  own  thy  Uve  wa$  great.  4  The* 


PSAL  M    XC,  XCI.     187 

4  Tr  rn  (ball  we  mine  before  thy  throne 
In  all  thy  beauty,   Lord  : 
And   the  poor  fervice  we  have  done 
Meet  a  divine  reward. 

PSALM  90.    Vtr.  5,  10,  12.    Short  Metre. 
The  Frailty  and  Sbcrtr.efs  cf  Lift* 

*   1       ORD,  what  a  feeble  piece 
I    d     Is  tilts  our  mortal  frame  ! 
Our  lift  how  poor  a  trifle  'tis, 

That  fcarce  deferves  the  name  ! 
Alas,  the  brittle  clay 

That  built  our  body  firft  ! 
And  ev'ry  month  and  ev'ry  day 

'Vis  moulding  back  to  dull. 
Our  moments  fly  apace, 

Our  feeble  pow'rs  decay, 
Swift  as  a  flood  our  hafty  cays 

Are  i weeping  us  away. 
Vet,  if  our  days  mud  fly 

We'll  keep  their  end  in  f.^lt. 
We'll  fpendthem  ail  in  wifdom's  way, 

And  let  them  fpeed  their  flight. 
They'll  waft  us  fooner  o'er 

This  life's  tempeftuous  fea  5 
Soon  we  mall  reach  the  peaceful  /hore 

Of  bielt  eternity. 

PSALM     91.     1—7.     Firfi  Part, 
Safety  in  Public  Difeafet  and  Danger* 
I    T  TE  that  hath  made  his  refuge  God, 
JL  X   Shall  find  a  moft  fecure  abode  \ 
walk  all  day  beneath  his  fn*de, 
And  there  at  ni^ht  mall  reft  his  head. 
2,  Then  will  1  fay,  '<  my  God,  thy  powV 
.all  be  my  fortrefs  and  my  tow'r  5 
•*  I  that  am  form'd  of  feeble  duft 
"  Make  thine  almighty  a;m  my  truiV* 


18ft        P  S  A  L  M    XCI. 

3  Thrice  happy  man  !  thy  Maker's  care 
Shall  keep  thee  from  the  fowler's  fnare  j 
From  fdtan'8  wiles,  whoftill  betrays 
Unguarded  fouls  a  thoufand  wajs. 

4.  Juft  as  a  hen  protects  her  brood, 

From  birds  of  prey  that  feek  their  b!o?d, 
The  Lord  his  faithful  faints  /hall  guard, 
And  endlefs  life  be  their  regard. 

5  If  burning  beams  of  noon  confpire 
To  dart  a  peftilential  fire  ; 
God  is  their  life,  his  wings  are  fpread 
To  fhicld  them  with  an  healthful  fhade. 

C  Vapours  with  malignant  breath 

Rife  thick,  and  fcatter  midnight  death, 
Ifr'el  ft  fafe  :  the  poifon'd  air 
Grows  pure,  if  llVel's  God  be  there. 


7  What  tho'  a  thniifand  at  thy  fide, 
Around  thy  path  ten  thoufan*  dy'd, 
Thy  God  his  chofen  people  faves 
Amongft  the  dead,  amldft  the  graves* 

S  So  when  he  fent  his  angel  down 
To  make  his  wrath  in  Egypt  known, 
And  flew  their  fonr,   his  careful  eye 
P?.ft  all  the  doors  of  Jacob  by. 

9  But  if  the  fire,  or  plague,  cr  ftvord, 
Receive  comm'/ncn  from  the  Lord, 
To  (kike  hi£  flirts  among  the  reft, 
Their  very  pains  and  deaths  are  bleft. 
jo  The  fw&rd,  the  peftiknce,  or  fire 
Shall  but  fulfil  their  beft  deijre; 
From  P-.s  and  fo:rov;s  fct  them  free 
And  Siing  thy  cliiidren,  Lord,  to  thee. 


PSALM 


IYI 


P  S  A  L  M     XCI.  18c, 

PSALM    91.     9 — 16     .SViW  P^r^. 

from  Death,  Guard  of  Angtht  Victory  and 
Deliverance. 

E  foni  of  men,  a   feeble  race, 
Expos'd  to  ev'ry  fnare, 
Come  make  the  Lord  your  dweiHng  place, 
.and  try  and  truft  his  care. 

2  No  ill  (hall  enter  where  you  dwell  j 
Or  if  the  plague  come  nigh, 

Ani  f.vcep  the  wicked  down  to  hell, 
'Twill  raife  the  faint:  on  high. 

3  He'll  give  hii  angels  charge  to  keep 

Youf  feet  in  all  their  ways  j 
To  watch  your  pillow  while  you  fleep, 
And  guild  )our  happy  days. 

4  Their  hand  mall  bear  you  left  you  fall 

And  daih  againft  the  itcnes  j 

Are  they  not  fervants  at  his  call, 

And  feat  C  attend  his  fons  I 

5  Adders  ani  lions  ye  Cull  tread  j 

The  tempter's  wiles  defeat : 
He  tn-t  hath  broke  the  ferpenfs  head 
Put»  him  beneath  jour  feet. 

6  4<  Becaufe  on  me  they  fet  their  love, 

u  1*11  lave  them,  faith  the  i^ord  j 
41  1*11  bear  their  ibote, 

u  Deftrucftion  and  the  fword. 

7  "  My  grace  fliall  infwtl  when  they  call, 

il  In  trouble  I'll  benigh  : 
*<  My  pow'/  (hill  help  them  when  the/  ftltj 
"  And  raife  them  when  they  die. 
X  "  Thofe  that  on  earth  my  name  have  known, 
**  1*11  honour  them  in  htaVfl  ; 
M  There  my  faivaiion  mall  be  mown, 
*'  And  en:.:  v'n. " 

PS  A L  M 


i9o      P  S  A  L  M      XCII. 

PSALM     92.     Firjl  Part. 

A  Pfalm  for  tbe  Lord's  Day. 

I   QWEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 
O  To  praife  thy  rums  give  thankt  and  fins, 
To  /hew  thy  love  by  munrng  light, 
And  talk  of  a!I  thy  truth  at  night. 

s  Sweet  is  the  day  of  facred  reft, 

No  mortal  care  mail  frize  my  breaft, 
Oh  miy  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  Ddvia's  harp  of  folemn  found. 

3  My  heart  mall  tnuraph  in  my  Lord, 
And  blefs  his  works  and  bkfs  his  word, 
Thy  works  of  grace  how  bright  they  mine! 
How  deep  thy  counfels !  how  divine  ! 

4  Fools  never  ra:fe  their  thoughts  (o  high  5 
Like  brutes  they  live,  like  brutes  they  die  : 
Like  grafs  they  flourish,  'till  thy  breath 
Blafts  them  in  everlafting  death. 

5  But  I  mall  lhare  a  glorious  part 
When  grace  hath  well  refiVd  my  heart, 
And  f.eih  fupplies  of  joy  are  fhed 
Like  holy  oil  to  cheer  my  head. 

6  Sin  (my  worft  enemy  before) 

Shall  vex  my  eyes  and  ears  no  more ; 
My  inward  foss  ihall  all  be  flain, 
Nor  fatan  break  my  peace  again. 

7  Then  mail  I  fee  and  hear  and  know 
Ail  1  denYd,  or  wifh'd  below  $ 
And  evVy  power  find  fweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  worid  of  joy. 

PSALM     92.     Ver.  12,  &c.     Second  Part. 

The  Church  is  tbe  Garden  of  God. 

I   T     ORD,  'tis  a  pleafant  thing  to  ftand 
I    J  In  gardens  planted  by  thy  hand  5 
Let  me  within  thy  courts  be  (ttn 
Like  a  young  cedar  ireia  and  green.      2  The 


PSALM    XCIII.  191 

2  There  grow  thy  faints  in  faith  and  lore, 
Be  It  wah  thine  influence  from  abevej 
Not  Lebanon  with  all  its  trees 

Yields  fuch  a  comely  fight  as  thefe. 

3  The  plants  of  grace /lull  ever  live; 
(Nature  decays,  but  grace  muiT  thrive) 
Time,  that  doth  all  things  clfe  impair, 
Still  makes  them  flouiiih  ftrong  and  fair. 

4  Laden  with  fruits  of  age  th*y  ihsw, 
The  Lord  is  holy  jeft  and  true  $ 
None  that  attend  his  gates  mall  find 
A  God  unfaithful  or  unkind. 

BALM   93.   Firft  Metre.   As  the  iocthPfa'm, 

The  Eternal  and  the  Sovereign  God. 
3    TEHOVAH  reigns  5   he  dwells  in  light, 

J    Girded  with  majefty  and  might ; 

The  world  created  by  h;s  hands 

Still  on  its  firft  foundation  (lands. 
z  But  ere  this  fpacious  world  was  made, 

Or  had  its  firft  foundation  Jaid, 

Thy  throne  eternal  ages  flood, 

Thyfelf  the  ever-living  God. 

Like  floods  the  angry  rations  rife, 

And  aim  their  rage  againft  the  fkies  5 

Vain  floods  that  aim  their  rage  fo  high! 

At  thy  rebuke  the  billows  die. 

For  erer  fhail  thy  throne  endure  $ 

Thy  promife  (lands  for  ever  furej 

And  everlafting  hohnefs 

Becomes  the  dwellings  of  thy  grace. 
9ALM  93.  Second  Metre.  As  the  old  ioothPfalm. 

THE  Lord  of  glory  reigns,  he  reign9  on  h<gh  ; 
Kis  robes  of  ftate  are  ftrcngth  and  majelly } 
This  wide  crcaticn  role  at  his  command, 
Built  by  his  word  and  'tlablinVd  by  his  hand. 
Long  flood  his  throae  ere  h*  began  creation, 
And  his  own  Godhead  is  the  firm  ioundation. 

1  God 


i92       PSALM    XCIII. 

z  God  is  th'  eternal  King  j  Thy  foes  in  vain 
Raife  their  rebellions  to  confound  thy  reign  5 
In  vain  the  ftorms,  in  vain  the  floods  ariie, 
And  roar,  and  tofs  their  waves  againft  the  ikies; 
Foaming  at  heav'n  they  rage  with  wild  commotion  j 
Buthcav'n's  high  arches  ftorn  the  fwelling  ocean. 

3  Ye  tempeft  rage  no  more;  ye  floods  be  ftill, 
And  the  mad  world  fjbmifiive  to  his  will  : 
Built  on  h's  truth  h  s  church  muft  ever  ftand  : 
Firm  are  his  promifee,  and  itrong  his  hand ; 
See  his  own  fons,  when  they  appear  before  hini| 
Bow  at  his  footftool,  and  with  fear  adore  him. 

PSALM  93.  Third  Metre.  As  the  old  122*  Pfalo 

1  HP  HE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 

X        And  royal  ftate  maintains, 
His  head  with  awfol  glories  crownM  j 

ArrayM  in  robes  of  light, 

Begirt  with  fovVeign  might, 
And  rays  of  majefiy  around. 

2  Upheld  by  thy  commands 

The  world  (ecurely  fbnds, 
And  ikies  and  ftars  obey  thy  word  ; 

Thy  throne  was  fixt  on  high 

Ere  (lars  aoorn'd  the  iky  : 
Eternal  is  thy  kingdom  Lord. 

3  In  vain  the  noify  croud, 

Like  billows  fierce  and  loud, 
A.gainft  thine  empire  rage  and  roar ; 

In  vain  with  angry  fpite 

The  furly  natiens  fight, 
And  dam  like  wav:s  againft  the  more. 

4  Let  floods  and  rations  rage, 

And  ail  tfoeir  pow'r  engage, 
I  et  (wtlWr.g  tides  attault  the  Iky; 

The  (errors  of  thy  iicwn 

Shall  beat  their  madnefs  down  ; 
Thy  throne  for  ever  (lands  on  high; 

5  Thy 


P  S  A  L  I\I     .'  jfj 

5  Thy  prcmifes  arc  true, 

Thy  grace  is  c\er  new, 
Theie  fiVd  thy  church  (hall  rStx  remove  j 

Thy  faints  with  holy  f< 

Shall  in  thy  courts  r.prcir, 
Ard  fing  thine  everlafting  lcve. 

[Repeat  the  fourth  Stanza  to  comfleat  the  Tune* 
PSALM   94.   1,  2,  7,  14.     Firft  Part. 

:V:fed,  and  S "inner s  deflroycd  5  or,  Ir.firuclivt 

1   /~\  GOD  '   to  whom  revenue  be'ongs. 
\J     Proclaim  thy  wrath  aloud  ; 
Let  fov'reign  pow'r  redrefs  our  wrongs, 
Let  jullice  fmite  the  proud. 
2.  They  fay,  "  The  Lord  nor  fees  nor  hears  f 
When  will  the  vain  be  wife? 

be  deaf,  uiio  form'd  their  ears  ? 
O:  blind,  who  made  their  eyes  ? 

eir  impious  thoughts  are  vairr, 
ball  feci  his  pow'f  : 
His  wrath  /hall  pierce  their  fouis  with  pain 
In  fome  furprilmg  hour. 
}.  Bot  if  thy  faints  defences  rebuke, 
T^ou  liaft  a  gectler  rod  5 
1  ,  thy 

!  t^clr  God, 
•y  L:c\  is  the  man  thy  hands  ch. 
I  P  h"s  d;  ty  Ctz;v  ; 
Try  fc(  !  i'-y  children  wife 

When  they  forget  thy  law. 
But  G<  his  faintf, 

Ncr  h;r  own  piomife  break  j 
He  pardons  his  inh-.i 
For  their  Redeemer'!  1... 

K  P  S  A  L  M 


i94     PSALM    XCIV,  XCV. 

PSALM      94.      Ver.   16,  23.     Second  Part. 

God  cur  Support  and  Comfort  \  or,    Deliverance  fn 

'Tempt aticn  and  P  erf  ecu  t  ion. 

1    \*\  7H0  will  arife  and  plead  my  right 

V  V       Agalnft  my  num'reus  foes  t 

While  earth  and  hell  their  force  unite, 

And  all  my  hopes  oppofe. 

2,  Had  not  the  Lore,  my  rock,  my  help, 

Suftain'u  my  fainting  head, 

My  life  had  now  in  filence  dwelt, 

My  foui  smongft  the  dead. 

3  Alas  !  my  Hiding  feet !  I  cry'd, 

Thy  prcmife  bore  me  up  j 

Thy  grace  ftood  conftant  by  my  fide, 

And  rais'd  my  finking  hope. 

4.  While  multitudes  of  mournful  thoughts 

Within  my  hofom  roll, 

Thy  boundlefs  love  forgives  my  faults, 

Thy  comforts  cheer  my  fcul. 

5  Pcw'rs  of  iniquity  may  rife, 

And  frame  pernicious  laws  ; 
But  Gcd  my  refuge  rules  the  kits, 
He  will  defend  my  caufe. 

6  Let  malice  vent  her  rage  aloud, 

Let  bold  blafphemers  feoff; 
The  Lord  our  God  (hall  judge  the  proud, 
And  cut  the  finners  off. 

PSALM     95.    Common  Metre. 
A  Pfalm  before  Prayer. 
1   OING  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name* 
j^     And  in  his  ftrength  rejoice; 
When  his  falvation  is  our  theme, 
Exalted  be  cur  voice, 
a  With  thanks  approach  his  awful  fight, 
And  pfalms  of  honour ung; 
The  Lord's  a  Gc^  oi  bourdltfs  mifcht, 
The  whole  creation's  King. 


P  S  A  L  M     XCV  19  r 

3  Let  princes  hear,  let  anrcls  know, 

mean  their  natuies  fecm, 
ThM'e  godl  on  high,  and  gods  below, 
When  once  cocupar'd  with  him. 

4  Earth  with  its  caverns  dark  and  deep, 

Lies  in  his  fpacious  hand  ; 
Me  rixM  the  feas  what  boundi  to  keep, 
And  where  the  hills  muft  ftand. 

5  Corre  and  with  humble  fouls  adore, 

Come,  kneel  before  his  face  5 
Oh  may  the  cieatures  of  his  pow'r 
Be  children  of  his  grace  ! 

6  Now  is  the  time  he  bends  hh  ear, 

;  jr  your  reque/t  j 
Come,  left  he  rouze  his  wr*th  and  fwear, 
4<  Ye  ihaii  not  lei  my  re  ft/' 

P  S  A  L  M     95.     Short  Metre. 

A  PJalm  before  Sermon* 

I   ^"^OME,  found  his  praife  abroad, 
V^i      And  hymns  of  glory  ling  : 
Jehovah  is  the  i-jvVeign  God, 
The  univerfal  King. 
He  form'd  the  deeps  unknown  ; 
He  gave  the  feas  their  bound  ; 
The  wat'ry  worlds  are  all  his  own, 
An*i  all  the  folid  ground. 
3  Come,  worfhip  at  his  throne, 
Come,  bow  before  the  LorJ; 
We  are  hii  works  and  net  our  o.vn ; 

He  form'd  us  by  his  word. 
To-day  attrnd  h's  voice, 
Nor  d.ire  provoke  his  rod  j 

T:ke  the  people  of  his  choice, 
j  3ur  gractoui  Co-. 


i96        PSALM     XCV. 

5  But  if  your  cars 

Ths  language  of  his  grace, 
And  hearts  grow  hard  like  itubborn  Jc 
That  unbelieving  race  : 

6  The  Lord  in  veng'ance  or  eft 

Will  lift  his  hand,  and  fwear, 
((  You  tbatdefpife  my  promls'.-  rift, 
<*  Sh^li  have  no  portion  there/* 
PSALM    95.  1,  2,  3,  6 — 11.  Long  Me 
Ctnajn  M  through  Unbeliefs  or,  a  Warning  to  dt 
ing  &it;r.ers. 
1    /^OME  let  our  voices  join  to  raife 
\^j   A  iacred  fong  of  folemn  praifc  : 
Goc  is  a  fovVeign  Krng  j  reheaife 
His  honcur  in  exalted  verfc. 
2.  Come,  let  our  frtaJs  addrefs  the  Lord, 
Who  rratn'd  our  natures  with  his  word, 
He  is  our  Shepherd  j   we  the  iheep 
His  mercy  chofe,  his  p allures  keep. 

3  Come,  let  us  hear  his  voice  to-day, 
The  counfels  of  his  love  obey, 
Nor  let  our  harden'd  heart  renew 
The  fins  and  plagues  that  Ifr'el  knew. 

4  IlVel,  that  faw  his  works  of  grace 

npt  their  Maker  to  his  face; 
A   faith  left  unbelieving  brood, 
That  tir'd  the  patience  of  their  God. 

5  Thus  faith  the  Lcrd,  "  How  falfe  they  prove 
"  Forget  my  powV,  abufe  my  love  ; 

"  Snce  they  defpis'd  my  reft,  I  fwear, 
«f  'Ylit:r  fee:  mall  never  enter  there." 

6  [Log!:  back,  my  foul,  with  holy  cread, 
And  view  thofe  ancient  rebels  dead  j 

tend  the  ofrer'd  grace  to-day, 
Nor  lofe  the  belongs  by  delay. 

7  Sieze  the  kind  promife  while  it  waits, 
And  march  to  S ion's  hcav'nly  gates  ; 
Believe  and  take  the  promia'd  reft  J 
Obey,  and  be  for  ever  blefl.]  P  S  A  L 


PS  XCVI,  XCVIL 

P  S  A  L  M    96.     2,  10,  &c.  Comanor.  Metre. 
fit  :  and  fcccr.d  C:r 

SIN'c;  to  tbi  J. or',   ye  t'iilant  lands, 
Vc  tribes  of  ev'ry  tOBgue  j 
His  new  difcover'd  grace  demands 

A  new  and  nobler  fon«. 
Say  to  the  nations,   Jefus  1 

God's  own  almighty  Son  ; 
His  pow'r  the  fir  king  w<  t 

•.rounds  his  throne. 
-  cav'n  proc'  1! 

trough  the  earth  Lc  fieri  } 
Let  cities  fhine  In  bright  array, 
And  ritlds  in  cheerful  ;;recn. 
4  The  joyous  earth,  the  I 
^icrious  train  difp •'. 
Ye  mountains   fink,   ye  va'.l'e:  life, 

Prepare  the  Lord  his  • 
Behold  he  come?,   he  conges  to  blefs 

The 
To  (he . 

And  fend  his  truth  abroad. 
His  \". '  re   the  (lurnlwing  deed* 

And  bid  the  worh; 

•y  nationi  dread, 
To  ice  thiir  judge  appear  ! 

P  S  A   L  M     97.     As  the  1. 

Tic?  Cod   cf  the  G:n       . 

LI  the  earth  their  voicei  raife, 
: 
To  \\  z  u:  I  bfefs  I 
His  glory  let  the  he* 
His  #onderi  to  '.he  rat, or.:-  C. 
And  a. 1  his  flYlfl"  worfcl  pro< 

R  z  z  The 


■ 


PSALM    XC 

2  T'le  heathens  know  thy  glory,  Lord, 
The  wond'ring  na:ions  read  thy  word, 

Bat  here  Jehovah's  name  is  known  : 
Nor  ihall  our  wotfhip  e'er  be  paid, 
To  gods  which  mortal  hands  have  made; 

Our  Maker  is  our  God  alone. 

3  He  fram'd  the  globe,  he  built  the  fky, 
He  made  the  mining  worlds  on  high, 

And  reigns  complete  in  glory  there  : 
H;s  becms  are  m2Jefty  and  light  : 
His  beauties  how  divinely  bright ! 

His  temple  how  divinely  fair! 

4  Ccme  the  great  day  the  glorious  hour, 
When  e2rth  Hull  reel  hisfaving  pow'r, 

And  baib'rous  nations  fear  his  name  ; 
Then  flia!l  the  race  of  men  confefs 
Yhe  beauly  of  his  holinefs, 

And  in  his  courts  his  grace  proclaim. 

PSALM     97.     1  —  5.     T'lrjl  Fart. 

'■rg  in  Heaven,  and  coming  to  Judgment 
fE  reigns  j  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns ! 
Praife  him  in  evangelic  fhaics : 
L~t  the  whole  earth  in  fongs  rejoice, 
And  diflnnt  Inlands  join  their  voice, 

2  Deep  are  his  counfels  aid  unknr-wn  ; 
But  grace  and  truth fuppert  his  throne: 
Tho'  gloomy  clouds  his  way  furround  : 
Jufb'cc  is  thsir  eierna!  ground. 

3  In  rjbee  of  j'jegment,  lo,  he  comer, 

:s  the  wide  earth  and  cleaves  the  *ombs; 
Before  him  burn:  de  von  ring  fire, 
The  mountains  ir.e'.t,  the  feat  reti  e. 

4  His  enem'es  with  fore  difmay, 

be  fight  and  fhun  the  d?.y  ; 
our  hea  is,  ye  faints,  on  high, 
And  ilnj,  for  your  reception's  nigh. 

PSALM 


PSALM    XCVU.       19a 

PSALM    97.     6 — 9     Scccrd  Part, 

CbrijTs  Incarnation, 

I    T^HE  LorJ  is  come  j   the  heav'ns  proclaim 
X     His  birth  j  the  nations  learn  his  name  5 

An  unknown  liar  direfts  the  road 

Or"  eaftern  fages  to  their  God. 
3   All  ye  bright  armies  of  t'>e  fkies, 

Go,  woi/hip  where  the  Saviour  lies  : 

Angels  and  kings  bffore  him  bovf, 

Thofe  gods  on  high  and  gods  below. 
3    Let  idols  totter  to  the  ground, 

And  their  own  worihippers  confound  : 

But  Sion  fhalJ  his  glories  Hag, 

Aiid  earth  confefs  her  fovVeign  king. 

PSALM     97.      7 bird  Part. 
Grace  and  Glory* 

1  THH'  Almighty  reigns  exalted  high 

X      O'er  ?11  the  earth,  o'er  a!!  the  fky  9 
Tho1  c!ouds  and  dzrknefs  veil  his  lect, 
Hii  dwelling  is  the  mercy-feat, 

2  O  ye  that  love  h  r 

t  e?1  y  work  of  fin  ir.d  ihame ; 
ill  of  ail  his  h 
Ar:d  ft  ri  of  hell  defends. 

3  Immortal  light)  and  joys  uoknowrjj 

ttnefi  fown ; 
Thofe  rife, 

Ar  ::  :  blefa  our  eyes. 

. 
Th:  - 
None  b 

i  in  If  is  BoJijttGu 

PS  A 


200  P  S  A  L-  M    XCVII,  XCVIII. 

PSALM  97.  3,  5—7,  11.  Common  Metre. 

Cbrifit  Incarnation  and  the  lajl  Judgment* 

ET  earth,  with  ev'ry  ifle  and  Tea 


u 


Rejoice,  the  Saviour  re'gns : 
His  word  like  iVe  prepircs  his  war, 
And  mountains  meit  to  plains. 

2  H's  prefence  finks  the  proudeft  hills, 

And  makes  the  vallies  rife; 
The  humble  fcul  enjoys  his  fmiles, 
The  haughty  Tinner  dies. 

3  The  heav'ns  his  rightful  pew'r  proclaim  J 

The  idol-gods  around 
Fill  their  own  wotfnippers  with  fhame, 
Ana  totter  to  the  ground. 

4  Adoring  ange's  at  his  birth 

Make  the  Redeemer  ka 
Thus  mall  he  come  to  judge  the  earth, 
And  angels  guard  his  throne. 

5  KIs  foes  (hall  tremble  at  his  fight, 

And  Hills  and  fe?.s  retire  : 
His  children  take  their  unknown  flight, 
And  leave  the  world  in  fire. 

6  The  feeds  of  joy  and  glory  fown 

For  faints  in  darknefs  here, 
Sha;j  rife  .  nd  fpring  in  worlds  unknown, 
And  a  rich  harvcfl  bear. 

PSALM     98.     F'nf  Part. 

Prarfc  fcr  the  Gofpsl. 

1  TTO  our  almighty  Maker,  God, 

-a-       New  honours  re  adJrefs'd  j 
His  grot  falvation  m:ne9  abroad  5 
make*  :he  nations  bleft. 

2  To  Ab.ah'rr  fird  he  fpofec  the  word, 

Aad  taucj.t  h»s  num'roui  race  5 
The  Gentiles  own  him  lb  v'reign  JL?r~, 
And  barn  to  tiuft  his  grace.  3  Lt 


PSALM    XCVIII,  XCIX.     1201 

Let  the  whole  earth  hi3  love  proclaim 

;  .ill  her  difY'rent  tc. 
And  fpre ad  the  honour  of  bis  name 
In  melody  and  longs. 

P  S  A  L  M    9S.     Setai  Part. 
Mefltatfi  Cot*i*+  and  Kingdom, 
I    TOY  to  the  world,    the  Lord  is  come, 
J      Let  earth  receive  her  Kinf  j 
Let  ev'ry  heart  prepare  him  room, 
And  heav'n  and  natur. 
z  Joy  to  the  earth,  the  Saviour  reigns, 
Let  men  their  fongs  employ  j 
While  fields  and  floods,  recks,  hilJs  and  plains, 
Repeat  the  founding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  fin3  and  forrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  infeft  the  gv 
He  comes  to  make  his  bleifingi  Mow, 
Far  as  the  curfe  is  found, 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace. 

And  makes  the  nations  prorc  r 

The  glories  of  his  righteoufnefs, 
And  wonders  or"  his  love. 

PSALM     99.     Fir,?  Part. 
Cbrifti  Kingdom  and  Ma]  eft j. 
1   r|T»HE  Gcd  Jehovah  re 

JL       Let  ail  the  nations  fear; 
Let  finders  tremble  at  his  throne, 
And  faints  be  humble  there, 
a  Jefus  the  Sav'unr  r  ■ 

Let  earth  adore  its  Lord  ; 
Bright  cherub3  his  attendants  (land, 
Swift  to  fulfil  his  word. 
3  In  Sion  (lands  his  throne, 

His  honours  are  dii 
'   Hii  church  !h\!l  makehil  wonders  know.*?, 
For  there  his  £loric3  (fa 


202    PSALM    XCIX,  C. 

4  How  holy  is  h's  name  ! 
How  terrible  i:i:  piaife  ! 
Jutt.ce  and  truth,  ani  judgment  join 
In  all  his  works  of  grace. 

PSALM     99.      Second  Part. 
A  b$h  God  tvorfoippped  ivitb  Rcv:rcncs* 
I    V7»XALT  the  Lord  our  God, 
X2j     Arl^  worship  at  Jits  feet  $ 
his  nature  is  all  holincfs, 
mercy  is  his  feat. 
z  When  Ifir'el  was  his  church, 
VVhe ■:  Aaron  was  his  priefr, 
Whci  M  >fcs  cry'd,  whtn  Samuel  pray'd, 
He  gave  his  people  reft. 

3  Of"  he  forgave  their  fins, 

Ncr  would  deftroy  their  race  5 
And  oft  i  t  made  his  veng'ance  known 
When  they  abus'd  his  grace. 

4  E*alt  the  Lord  cur  God, 

Whofe  grace  is  ftill  the  fame  5 
Still  he's  a  God  of  holinefs, 
And  jealous  for  his  name. 

PSALM   ico.  Firft  Metre.  A phin  TrarJJation 
Praije  to  our  Creator, 
j   V"E  nations  round  the  earth,  rejoice 

1     Before  the  Lord,  your  fov'reign  King  ; 
Serve  him  with  cheerful  heart  and  voice. 
With  ail  your  tongues  his  glory  ling. 
2.  The  Lord  is  God  j  'tis  he  alone 
Doth  life  and  kre^th,  and  being  give  : 
V/e  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own  j 
The  fheep  that  on  his  pailure  live. 
3  Enter  his  gates   with  fongs  of  joy, 
With  praifes  to  his  courts  repair  j 
And  make  it  your  divine  employ 
To  pa/  your  thanks  and  honours  there* 

4.  Tb 


P  S  A  L  M     C,  CI. 

4  The  Lord  is  gocd,  the  Lord  is  kind  5 
Great  is  his  grace,   his  mercy  fure  ; 
And  the  whole  race  of  man  (hall  find 
His  truth  from  age  to  age  encurc 

'  S  A  L  M   100.  Second  Metre.    A  Parapbrafc, 
1    IvEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 

LJ   Ye  nations,  bow  with  facrcd  joy  ; 

Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  aione  j 

Ke  can  create,  and  he  deilroy. 
z  His  fov'reign  pow'r  without  our  aid 

Made  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men  ; 
•  And  when  like  wanri'ring  fheep  we  fhay'd. 

He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 
3   We  are  his  people,    we  his  care, 

Our  fouls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame*. 

What  lal'ting  honours  /hall  we  rear, 

Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  ? 
4.  We'll  croud  thy  gates  with  'hankful  fongj, 

High  as  the  heavn,  our  voices  raife  j 

And  earth  with  her  ten  thoufand  tongues 

Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  founding  praife. 
5  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 

Vaft  as  eternity  thy  love  j 

Firm  as  a  .ock  thy  truth  muft  (land, 

When  rolling  years  mail  ceafe  to  move. 

PSALM     101.     Long  Metre. 
T\    Magijiraitt  Pfalm. 
1   TV/lERCY-and  judgment  are  my  fong, 
fc     \y V.   And  llnce  tl.ty  both  to  thee  belong, 
My  gra.ioria  Oodj  my  righfeous  King, 
To  tb»e  m>  longs  and  vows  I  oring. 
2,  If  I  am  raised  v   bear  the  iword  ; 
I'll  tafig  rrv  courfe)  from  My  wcrdj 
Thy  juP.ie    and  Jr   heav'nly  ( 
Sbali  be  the  pattern  of  my  w?y3. 


P  S  A  L  M    CI. 

3  Let  wifdom  all  my  anions  guide, 

l*r  my  God  with  me  rcfide  : 
No  wicked  thin.  v.'rth  me, 

Which  may  prevoke  thy  jealoufy. 

4  No  Tons  of  (lander,  rage  and  ftrife 
Shall  be  companions  of  my  lift  : 

The  haughty  lock,   the  lean  of  pride 
Within  my  doors  fhall  ne>>r  abide. 

5  [Til  fcarch  the  land  and  raife  the  juft 
To  pofis  of  honour,  wealth  and  truft  ; 
The  men  that  work  thy  hciy  will 
Shall  be  my  friends  and  fav'rites  ftill.] 

6  In  vain  mail  finners  hope  to  rife 
By  flatt'ring  or  malicious  lies  ; 
Nor,  while  the  innocent  I  guard, 
Shall  bole  efrenrers  e'er  bt  fpar'd. 

7  The  impious  cre-v  (that  factious  baTjd) 
Sh^li  hide  their  heads,  or  quit  the  land  j 
And  all  that  break  the  public  reft, 
Where  I  havepcwV,  /hall  be  fur-reft. 

PSALM    ioi.    Common  Metre. 
A  Pfalmfcr  a  Majler  of  a  l> 

1  A\Fi';:  graeelfing, 
\^/     And  pa)  my  God  my  vows; 
Thy  grace  and  jjftice  heavenly  King, 

Teach  me  to  rule  my  houfe. 

2  Now  to  my  tent,  O  God,  repair, 

Ani  make  thy  fervaftt  v-ife  j 

1*11  fufTsr  nothing  rear  me  there 

That  fhall  oft'end  thine  e\es. 

3  Thr  loth  his  neighbour  v.ron~ 

(hood  cr  by  force, 
The  icornful  eye,  the  fiancfrous  tongue, 
Ml  thruft  nin?  from  the  dcors, 

4  Tli  feek  ihe  faithful  and  the  juft, 

And  Vr  ill  thfir  help  coj< 
Thefe  arc  'he  friends  that  I  frail  truft, 
The  fcryants  I'll  employ.  5  T 


P  S  A  L  M    C1L 

r  Th«  wretch  that  deah  in  fly  deceit 

.  .  ure  a  night  j 
•  1  eter  hate, 
And  ban'.ili  horn  n»y  Cj 
$   rilpurgemy  family  around, 
A.-ni  make  the  wicked  lire  j 
So  (ball  my  houfe  Lc  ever  found 
A  dwelling  he  for  thec. 


SALM      iJ2.       1  —  13,  20,  21.     Firji    Fmrt 
A  Prayer  of  the  / 

1  TTEAR  n:»,  O  Co:',  nor  hide  thy  free, 
XJL   But  anfwer,  left  1  die  : 

Halt  thou  net  built  a  throrc  of" grace, 
To  hear  when  f  nners  cry  ? 

2  My  dr.ys  are  wafted  like  the  fmoke 

Diflbhring  in  the  air  \ 
My  flrcn^th  is  dry'd,  my  heart  is  broke, 
And  fiakifig  in  defpair. 

3  My  friri  s  flag  like  vilh/rin^  rr:fs 

rnl  with  excefiive  heat : 
In  fec:ct  groans  my  minun-a  i^Cs, 
And  I  fb.-get  to  n... 

4  As  en  fome  lonely  building's  rrn-, 
The  (farrow  tells  her  moan, 

Far  from  tba  tents  of  joy  and  hoj>e 
1  fit  and  {:iicve  alone. 

5  My  foul  is  like  a  wildernofej 
Where  hearts  or'  midnight  how!  ; 

Where  the  lad  ra\c.  ■ , 

And  whetc  tha  fcreaniing  owl. 

6  Daik  difm  feari 
Dwe  )  in  rr.y  troubled  I  rt 

\\  i  1  i ! c  Ibarp  rej  taj :_, 

!»  7    M| 


P  S  A  L  M    CII. 

7  Mry  cop  Is  m'ngled  with  my  wcer, 

And  tears  ate  rny  ii'pDfi  : 
My  daily  br^d  like  sutet  £iows 
(Jnpleafant  to  my  taP.c. 

8  Senfe  c?n  afford  no  real  joy 

To  fculs  that  feel  thy  ficwn  5 
Lord  'twas  thy  hand  advanced  mc  h"gh» 
Thy  hard  hath  caft  me  down. 
$  My  ?ccks  like  withered  leaves  appear  3 
And  life's  declining  light 
Grr>\*s  faint  as  earning  fhadows  are, 
That  vaniili  into  night. 
?o  But  thcu  fcr  ever  art  the  feme, 
O  my  eternal  God  5 
Agra  to  come  /hall  know  thy  name, 
And  fpread  thy  works  abroad. 
II   Thou  wilt  arife,  and  ftew  t^.Jace, 
Ncr  will  my  Lcrd  delay, 
Eeyond  th'  appointed  hour  of 0Ce, 
That  long  expected  day. 
I?,  He  hears  his  faints,  fee  knows  their  try* 
And  by  mjfteiious  ways, 
Redeems  the  pris'nerr,  dcomM  to  die, 

And  fiili  their  tongue  with  praif? , 
PSALM     iC2.       13 — 21.      Second  Pa:, 
Prayer    heardy  ar.cl  Skn  rcjiored* 
1    "J"     ET  Sicn,  and  her  fons  rejoice  ; 
8    1       Eehcld  the  prcmis'd  hour  : 
her  Gcd  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice, 
And  ccmes  t'  exalt  his  pov.er. 
z  Her  duft  an-4  ruins  that  remain, 
Are  precious  in  our  eyes  j 
Thofe  rums  fhall  be  built  again, 
And  all  that  duft  fhall  rife. 
3  The  Lord  will  raife  Jerufalcro, 
And  frand  in  glory  there  j 
Nations  fnall   bew  before  his  name, 
And  kings  attend  with  fear.  -4 


P  S  A  L  M     CII.  207 

4  He  fts  a  Sov'reign  on  his  throne, 

b  pity  in  his  eyes  : 
He  hears  the  dyiig  urifj.nerV  groan. 
And  fees  their  ngha  arife. 

5  He  Trees  the  fouls  condemn'd  to  death. 

And  \then  hii  faints  Complain, 
It  {han't  be  faid,  <l  that  prating  breath 
M  Was  ever  fpent  in  vain." 

6  This   fnal!  he  known  when  we  aie  dead, 

And  Left  on  Ion,;  record  ; 
That  agts  yet  unborn  miy  reai, 
And  trull  and  praife  the  L  ,r<_. 

PSALM     ic2.     23  — 23.     Third  Part* 

Man 's  Mortality ,  and  CbriJFt  Eternity  ;  or,  Saint i  die\ 
jiji  and  the  Cburcb   live, 

1  TT  is  the  Lord  our   Saviour's  hand, 

JL      Weakens  our  ftrength  amidicthe  race  j 
Difrafe  and  death  at  his  command 
Arrcft  us  and  cat  fliort  our  days* 

2  Spare  us,  O  Lord,  aloud  we  pray, 

Nor  let  our  fun  ,;o  down  at  ncjn  j 
Thy  )ears   are  one  eternal   day, 

And  mud  thy  children  die  fo  foon  ? 

3  Yet  in  the  midft  of  death  and   grief 

til  thought  our  fji row  fhall  aiiuaje, 
<■   Our  Father  and  our   Saviour  i  \e  j 
M  Chrifl  :  thr*1  eVry  a-e." 

wis  he  this  earth's  foundation  laid  j 
Hca'vn  is  the  building  of  his  hand; 
The  earth  gro./:  old,  t  lefe  bjav'nl  ihall  Uic; 
And  all  be  chang'd  ?t  hii  comma. u. 
c   Tic  fta-ry  CUTtaini  of  the  fky 
Like  garments  (halJ  be  laid  a fi 
But  nil  thy  throne  *  and  high  ; 

I    I  CVCI  .:._;.  ibidfe  t   u:  j:: 


08  PSAL  M    CIIL 

6  Before  thy  face  thy  church  flull  live, 
Ar.i  on  thy  throne  thy  c 
Tnis  dying  world  mill  they  furvive, 
And  the  dead  flints  be  raio'd  - 

S    A    L  M     103.    1—7.  Fir/}  Part.  Lot?  ) 
r  ■  God  for  bis  Gcodnefs  to  Soul  am 

2     f*  LESS,  O  my  foul,  the  living   Gud, 
XJ  Cail   home   thy  thoughts  that    rove  abi 
Let  all  the  powers  within  me  join 
In  work,  and  woilhip  fo  divine. 

a  Blefs,  O  my  foil,  the  God  of  grace  ; 
His  favours  claim  thy  higheft  praifc ; 
Why  mould  the  wonders  he  hath  wrought 
Be  loft  in  file  nee  and  forgot  ? 
3  "lis  he,  my  foul,  that  fent  his  Son 

To  die  :cr  crimes,  which  thou  halt  done  j 
Heo.vns  the  ranfom,  and   forgives 
The  houriy  follies  0/  our  lives. 

jl  The  vices  of  the  mind  he  heals, 

And  cures  the  pains  that  nature  feels  J 
Redeems  the  foul  frern  hell,  and  faves 
Our  wading  lives  from  threatVmg  grave9* 

5  Our  youth  decay'd,  hi3  power  repairs; 
His  mercy  crowns  our  growing  years  : 
Kc  fills  our  ftorc  with  ev'ry  good, 
And  feeds  our  fouls  with  hca^nly  food. 

6  He  fees  trT  oppreffbr  and   th:  oppreft, 
And  often  gives  the  furPreri  reft  j 
But  will  his  juftice  more  difplny 
In  the  I  a  ft  great  rewarding  day. 

7  [His  power  he  fhew'd  by  Moles'  r  andi, 
And  gave  to  Ifr'el  his  commands  ; 
But  fent  his  truth  and  mercy  down 
To  all  the  na lions  by  his  Son.] 

S  Let  the  whole  earth  his  f  o^sr  confefs, 
Let  the  whole  earth  adore  his  grace  ; 
The  Gentile  with  ths  Jew  mail  join 
la  work  ani  worm  p  fo  divin;,  P5ALM 


PS  A  L  M       CIII. 

ps  " 

p ■'.    - 

i    nrUE  Lord,  how  woidVoui  ire  h:s 

A    Hov  Hrm  his  truth  !  ho*  large  his  gract! 
He  takes  his  m-rcr  tor  his  th 
And  thence  hem     •  oown« 

.  half  Co  hi  jh  rls  power  hath  forbad 
The  (tarry  heav'm  above  our  ' 

hii  rich  love  ex 
Exceeds  the  higheft  hopes  we  fa 

I   lalf  fo  fir  hath  r. :  till 
The  nth*  morning  from  the  weft, 

is  forgiving  grace  removes 
The  diiiy  guilt  of  thofe  he  love*. 

4  Ho".  rife  ! 
Onfw  ker  win;;?  ftlvation  Hies  \ 
Aid  if  he  lets  h;s  anget  bu  n, 
How  foon  his  fro.                   urn  ! 

5  Amidft  iiis  wrath  companion  fhi?»ei  j 
H.'s  frrokes  are  lighter  :hin  our  fi  :s  ; 

vhile  riis  rod  corrects  hii  faints, 
Hit  Car  indulg-s  :  lintf. 

51     :';rir  young  Ton;-,  cHaftifff, 
'sntlehandj  and  melting eyei  : 
i.'.'drcn  weep 
And  move  the  pity  or  the'r  hea: :. 
Pause. 
7  The  mighty  Go i,  the  wife  a^-!  ;    \ 
ri  that  our  Ui.-r\-  is  feeble  duft  ; 
And  will  no  heavy  loads  impofe 

:  he  beftows, 
in  c  m  nature  c  ic*, 
BlafoJ  by  ci 

L:.'^-  g:3fs  wc  fprin  fdon, 

U:  -rs  that  fade 

S    2, 


Lo  PSALM        CHI. 

9  But  h's  eternal  love  is  fure 

rio  aiJ  the  f.'n's,  and  mall  fndure: 
From  age  to  age  his  truth  mall  re'gfi, 
Nor  chi'dren's  chi.dren  hope  in  vain. 
PSALM    103.  1—  7.  Fhft  Part.   Short  Mctrt. 
Praife  fir  Spiritual  and  Tcmporai  Met  cits. 


i    lO  H  b  rfa  t'^e  L--r,',  my  foul  ! 
^^      Let  all  within  m*join, 


And  aid  my  tongue  to  bid's  his  name, 
Whole  favours  are  divine. 

2  O  blefs  the  Lord  my   foul  $ 

Nor  let  his  mercies  lie, 
Forgotten  in  unthar'  fulnefs  ; 
And  without  praifes  die. 

3  'Tis  he  forgives  thy  fins, 

'Tis  he  relieves  thy  pain, 
'Tis  he  thatheais  thy  ficknefie9, 
And  mak-.s  t\ec  young  ?gain. 
4.  He  crowns  thy  life  with  love,, 

When  rar.fom'd  from  the  grave; 
He  that  rec'eerrwl  my  foul  from  hell 
Hath  fovVeign  pow'r  to  fave. 
5  He  fills  the  peor  with  good  5 
He  gives  the  fiiff'rers  reft  ; 
Tl:e  loru  h'th  judgments  for  the  proud, 
And  ju^ite  for  th'  oppreft. 
6  His  wond'reua  works  and  ways 
He  msde  by  Mcfes  known  ; 
But  fent  the  world  his  truth  and  grace 
Ey  his  beloved  Son. 

PSALM   103.    8—18.  Second  Pert.  Short  Metre. 

Abounding  CcmpaJJion  of  God  j   or,  Mercy  in  the   midft 

of  Judgment* 

1VJ.     Whofe  mercies  are  fo  great  5 
VVhofe  anger  is  fo  flow  to  rife, 

So  ready  to  abaft.  %  Goi 


PSALM     CHI.  aif 

2  Cod  \vi:i  not  all  trzyt  chide  ; 

wbfl  his  ftVokci  arc  felt, 
rices  arc  fewer  than  our  crimes, 
:  lighter  than  our  guilt. 

is  the  beav'ni  are  rais'd 
Above  tne  ground  we  tread, 
So  fir  the  riches  of  hh  grace 
Our  higher  thought  exceed. 

Hit  power  fubdues  our  fins, 

And  his  forgiving  ljve 
Tar  as  the  eaft  is  from  the  weft, 

Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 

5  The  p*ty   of  the  Lord 
To  thoic  that  fear  his  name, 

Is  fjch  ai  tender  parents  f<::l  ; 
He  knows  cur  /ecble  frame. 

6  He  knows  we  are  but  duft, 
Scatter'd  with  ev\y  bre3th  : 

His  anger  li'cea  ri  f;ng  wind 
Can  fend  us  fwlfq  to  death. 

7  Our  days  are  as  the  gi 

Or  !':k.c  the  morning  flower  ! 
If  one  Hurp  Uafl  fweep  o'er  the  field, 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 

2  But  thy  companions,  Lord, 
Tccndicfi  yea»s  endure  j 
And  children's  children  ever  find 
Tny  werda  of  promife  fate. 

SAL  M  103.  19—  22,  Third  Part.  ShortMet.^ 
$dyi  univerjal  Dominion  j   or,  Angcii  prah"    the  Lord, 

I   T'HK  Lord  the  fVie'gn  Kin^. 
-B.        Hath  hVd  his  thror.c  on  high, 
O'er  all  the  heav  nly  w  >rli  he  ru'e  , 
Aid  all  bcncr.iuLe  fry,  :  Ye 


212  PSALM    CIV. 

2  Yd  angels,  great  in  might. 

And  fwif'c  to  fb  his  will, 
Blefs  ye  the  Lord,  whofe  voice  ye  hear, 
Whofe  plea fu re  jc  fulfil. 

3  Let  the  bright  hols  who  wait 

The  orders  of  th-ir  K; 
And  guard  his  churches  when  th»y  pray, 
Join  in  the  pruife  they  ting, 

4  While  all  hi t wrond'roui  worlcs, 

Thro*  his  vaft  k:ngdom,  (bit* 
Their  Maker*!  plory,  thoo,  my  foul, 
Shall  (ing  hisgracis  too. 

PSALM     104. 

The  Glory  of  God  In  Creation  a.id  Providence. 

1  ,\/[  ^r  ^ou'>  tnv  irt?x  Creator  prair-  ; 
"*■  ■*■  When  cioth'din  his  ceieftial  rays 
He  in  full  majefty  appears, 

And  like  a  robe  his  glory  wears. 

Note,  This  Pfalm  may  be  fung  to  the  Tun;  of  the  ol 
With  or  127th  Pjj/m,  by  adding  tbefe  tzvo  Lint 
to  every  Stanza >  (viz.) 

Great  is  the  Lord  j  what  tongue  can  frame 

An  equal  honor  to  his  n^me  ? 
[Otberwifeit  muji  be  Jung  as  the  100th  PfalmJ\ 

2  The  heav'ns  are  for  his  curtains  foread  ; 
Th'  unfathom'd  deep  he  makes  his  bei  3 
Clouds  are  his  chariot  when  he  flies 

On  whged  ftorms  acrofs  the  Ikies. 

3  Angels,  whom  his  own  breath  infpirea, 
His  minifters,  are  Aiming  fires  ; 

And  f.vifc  as  thought  the;r  armies  move 
To  bear  his  veng'ance  or  his  love. 

4  The  world's  foundations  by  his  hand 
Ate  pois'd,  and  mall  forever  ftand  : 
He  binds  th^  ocean  in  his  chain, 

Left  it  (hould  drown  ;hg  earth  a»ain,       5  V/her 


PSALM     CIV. 

ta  earth  wis  cover'd  with  the  flood, 
;h  ibote  the  mountaina  Hood, 
He  thundei'd,  and  the  oc.\  n  fied, 
To  to  its  appointed  ceJ. 
e  fwtHiog  billows  know  their  bound, 
And  in  their  channels  waik  their  round  j 
Vet  tiifictc  >nvey\]  by  fecret  veins, 
They  fpring  on  hiils,  and  di  ;.-nch  the  plains. 
r  He  bids  the  ch;y:UI  fountains  iiow, 
And  cheer  the  vajlrys  as  they  go  j 
There  gentle  herds  Lheif  thirft  allay, 
And  for  t^c  ftream  wild  atles  bray. 

:m  p!eai\nt  trees  which  (hade  the  brink, 
Tne  laric  and  Unas!  light  to  drink  ; 
Their  tonga  the  lark  and  lionet  raife, 
And  chiuc  oar  li.c'nce  in  his  praife. 

Pause    lir.l. 
9  God  from  his  cloudy  cittern  pour  3 

On  the  parch'd  ec.-ch  enriching  thowVi  : 

The  grove,  the  garden,  and  the  ti-id, 

A  thoufand  jojful  blefiinga  yield, 
io  He  makes  the  graiTy  food  arife, 

And  ^ives  tha  cattle  Jar^e  fupplies ; 

With  barbs  for  man  of  various  po.ver, 

To  nouriih  nature,  or  to  cur*, 
II    What  nj  !  vines  produce  ! 

1  az  olive  yie'ds  a  plcaliug  j  uice  j 

O'jr  heart!  ar;  checr'd  with  genVous  wine 

His  ^i its  proclaim  his  lo?e  divine. 
\z  His  bounteous  \\w\\i  our  table  fpread, 

H:  tf.ls  our  cheerful  itores  with  breac  j 

W.iile  food  our  vita!  itreogth  impair, 

Let  daily  praife  ini;>ire  our  hearts. 
Pause    Second. 
13  Behold  the  {lately  cedar   ft  and  • 

Kaih'd  in  the  foreftby  his  h.mds  ; 

Birds  to  tne  boughs  tor  flielter  fljr, 

And  b ilia  their  .  an  high.        \\  Ta 


214  PS  ALM  CIV. 

J4  To  craggy  hills  afcends  the  £oat; 
And  at  the  airy  mountain's  foot 
The  feebler  cre»tu:es  mike  theii  cell ; 
He  givetchem  wifdom  where  to  dweX 

15  He  fets  the  fun  his  circling  race, 
Appoints  the  moon  to  change  her  face  ; 
And  y,hin  thick  <iaikn:fb  veils  the  cay 
Calls  out  v/ild  beafts  to  hunt  their  pre). 

16  Fierce  lions  lead  tht'r  young  abroad, 
And  xoaii  ig  aik  their  meat  from  God  $ 
But  when  the  morning- beami  arifc, 
The  favage  beads  to  coveit  flies. 

17  Then  man  to  daily  labour  goes  j 
The  night  was  nude  for  hii  repofe  : 
Sleep  is  thy  gift,  that  tweet  rehef 
From  tirefome  toil  and  waging  grief. 

18  How  ftrange  thy  works!   How  great  thy  fcill 
While  ev'ry  land  thy  lickes  £11  : 
Thy  wifdom  round  the  world  we  fee, 
This  fpacict.s  earth  is  full  of  thee. 

29  Nor  lefs  thy  glories  in  the  deep, 

Where  fifh   in  millions  fwioi  and  cveep, 
With  wondVous  motions,  fwift  or  flj.v, 
Still  wand'ring  in  the  paths  below. 

20  There  {hbs  dwlce  their  watVy  way, 
And  ffocks  of  fcaly  monf-trs  play  j 
The  huge  Leviathan  .zfidzs, 
And  ftadefl  fports  amid  the  tides. 

Pause     Third. 

21  Vaftare  thy  works,  a-raighty   Lord, 

Allnature  reflsupon  thy  word, 

And  the  whole  race  of  creatures  (lands, 

Waiting  their  portion  from  thy  hands. 

22  While  each  receives  his  tiiffrent  food, 
Their  cheerfjl  looks  pronou.i:e  it  gooi  : 
Eagles  and  bears,  and  wha'.es  and  worms 
Kejc.c:  and  praife  in  diiTieat  forms. 

23  Bi; 


PSAL  M    CV. 

3  But  whrn  thy  face  is  hid  they  mourOj 

And  dying  to  their  dull  return ; 

•  d  beait  their  foul  i  red^n  : 
.  l  : c a t h  and  fpirit,  all  are  thine. 
.  Yet  thou  canfl  breath  on  duft  ag.iin, 
And  fill  the  world  with  hearts  and  men  ; 

rd  or"  thy  cieating  breath 
Repv.rs  the  wailes  or"  time  and  death. 
;  His  works,  the  wonders  of  bis  m-ghr, 
Are  honoured  with  hia  own  delight: 
How  awful  aie  his  glorious  ways  ! 
!.cr'~  is   dreadful  in  his  pra 
rarth  ftanda  trembiing  at  thy  ftrcke, 
.  at  thy  touch  the  mountains  {'moke  j 
Yet  humble  feu's  may  Cic  thy  face, 
Andtcli  their  wants  to  lbv':eit.n  grace. 
In  thee  my  hopes  and  wifhes  meer, 
And  m  ske  n  y  meditations   l'weet ; 
raifesfnall  my  breath  employ 
Tiil  it  expire  in  endlefi  joy. 
While  haughty  f.nners  die  accjrft, 
Their  glory  bury'd  with  their  duft,  % 

1  to  mv  Cod,  myheav'niy  King 
taJ  halleiujahs  ling. 

PSALM     105.     Abridged. 

J/raef,  ar.d   tie    Plagius    cf  Egj 

GIVE  lhaokl    (o  Gctl,  invoke  his  name, 
And  tell  the  world  hi:  grace  j 
Scum1  throogh  the  earth  bit  deeds   crfamc, 

That  all  may  feck  his  face 
His  cev'n-int  which  he  kept  in  mind 

For  nomVovi  agfl  pa(>, 
To  ntm'rcus  agrs  yet  behind 

In  equal  force  (hall 
He  fware  to  Abraham  and  1 

And  made  the  bfefiiiig  fore , 
Centilc3  the  ancient  promifc 

And  find  his  tiath  endure.  4"  Thy 


ii6  P  S  AL  M    CV. 

4  *  Thy  feed  fh^il  m?!:e  all  unions  bleft, 

"   (Said  the  .Almighty  voice) 
"  And  Canaan's  bnd  lliall  betheirrefl, 
<<  Thet)pccf  heav'niy joys," 

5  [How  large  the  grant  !   how  1  icla  the  £race  ! 

To  give  then  Casaan'i  land, 
When  they  were  ftrangeri  in  the  place, 

A  fmauJ  and  feeble  I  and  ! 
€  Like  pilgrims  through  t lie  countriesround 

Securely  they  remc*\- : 
An*1,  haughty  kings  that  on  them  frown'd 

SeYereiy  he  reprov'd. 
7  **  Touch  mine  anointed,  and  m'ne  arm 

u  Shall  focn  avenge  the  wrong  : 
M  The  man  that  dors  my  pror-beis  harm 

"  Shall  know  their  God  is  ftrong." 
S   7hen  let  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 

Nor  put  the  church  in  ftar : 
JJt^el  n.vji  Vit-e  through  e-v'ry  age, 

And  be  tti  Almighty j  care. 

Pause     Fi  .ft. 
9  When  Pharcah  dar'd  to  vex  the  faintf, 
And  thus  provok'd  their  God, 
Mofrs  wta  fent  at  their  complaints, 
Arm'd  with  his  dreadful  rod* 
:c  Ke  calFd  fcr  cJarknefs  :   darknefs  came 
Like?n  overwhelming  flood ', 
Ke  turn'd  each  iake  and  ev'jy  ftream 
To  lakes  and  ft/earns  of  blood, 
3  I   Ke  gave  the  fign,  and  ncifome  flies 
Thro*  the  whole  country  fprcad  j 
And  frogs    in  ba.'eful   armies  rife 
About  the  monarch's  bed, 
J2  Thro' fieldf,  and  towns,  and  pafsces 
The  tenfold  veng\mce  flew  j 
Locufts  in  fwarms  devcur'd  their  tiecs> 
And  hail  their  cattle  flew.  13  T 


PSAL  M     CV. 

i  by  an  angel's  mii-night  flrcke 
The  rlower  of  Egypt  dy'd  ; 

th  of  ev'ry  houfe  was  broke, 

Their  glory  and  their  pride. 

14  AW  Ut  the  world  forbear  its  rage, 

church  In  fear  j 

>'  evry  age, 

And  bs  tb1  Almighty's  car:. 


Pause     Second. 


35  Thus  were  the  tribes  from  bendsge  fiee'u, 
And  left  the  hated  ground  j 
Rich  with  Egyptian  fpoils  they  fled, 
Nor  was  one  feeble  found. 

16  The  Lord  hlmfelf  chofe  out  th-ir  v.   ;-, 

And  marked  their  journeys  right, 
Gave  them  a  leading  cloud  by  day, 
A  fiery  guide  by  night. 

17  They  thirft  ;  and  waters  frcm  the  rock 

In  rich  abundance  flow, 
And  following  f.ill  the  courfe  they  took 
Ran  ail  the  defert  through. 

18  O  wondrous  dream  !    O  bleiisd  typr 
Of  ever-ficuing  grace  ! 

So  Chrift  Ollf  rock  maintains  our 
And  aids  cur  wandYmg  race, 
9  Thus  guarded  by  th'  Almighty  hand, 
The  cholen  tribes  pofieft 
Canaan,  the  rich,  the  prcmisM  land, 
And  there  enjoy 'd  their  reft. 
.O  Then  let  the  world  forbear  its 

1  ev'ry  age, 

T  PSAL 


V  b  A   L  M      UVI. 

PSALM      106.      1—5.      Fir/1  Tart. 
:  "e  to  God  j   cr,   Ccrtmuricaticn  ivitb  I 

1  'TPO  God,  the;  grrttj  the  ever  bleft, 

JL     Let  fongs  of  honour  be  addreil  j 
Kis  mercy  firm  fcr  ever  (lands  ; 
Give  him  the  thanks  bi:  love  demands. 

2  Who  knows  the  wonders  of  thy  ways  ? 
Who  foall  fulfil  thy  bcundlefs  praife  ? 
Bicft  are  the  fouls  that  fear  thee  ftill, 
And  pay  their  duty  to  thy  will. 

3  Remember  what  thy  mercy  did 
For  Jacob's  race,  thy  chofen  feed  5 
And  with  the  fame  faivation  blefs 
The  meaneii  fuppiiant  of  thy  grace. 

4  Oh  may  I  fee  thy   tribes  rejoice, 
And  aid  their  triumphs  with  my  voice  3 
This  is  my  glory,  Lord,  to  be 
Join'd  to  thy  faints,   and  near  to  thee. 

PSALM  106.  Second  Part.  Vcr.  7,  3,  12,  14,43—. 

Ijrael  ^unified  and  pardoned  5   cr,  God's  uncbangm 
Love. 
1   /""^  OD  of  eternal  love, 

\JJ     How  fickle  are  our  ways  I 
And  yet  hew  oft  did  Ifre'l  prove 
Thy  cocftancy  of  grace  ! 
2,  They  faw  thy  wonders  wioughr, 
And  then  thy  praife  they  fung  j 
But  foon  thy  works  of  pow'r  forgot, 
And  murrnurM  with  their  tongue. 
3  Now  they  believe  his  word, 

While  rocks  with  rivers  flow  5 
Now  with  their  lulls  proveke  the  Lord, 
And  he  redue'd  them  low. 
4.  Yet  when  they  mourn'd  their  faults, 
Kc  ha-ken'ci  to  their  groans  $ 
Broui'ht  his  own  cov'nant  to  his  thought!, 
And  cali'd  them  fHJi  his  fons.  5  Th 


PSAL  M    CVII. 

O/t  he  ehaftis'd,  but  ne'er  fori 
iople  that  he  chofe. 
6  Let  Jfre'l  blefs  the 

Who  :  dent  race  ; 

And  Chriftians  join  the  folemo  word, 
to  al!  the  prajltr. 
F  S    A  L  I  .  Part. 

1  /^l  1VE  thani-s  to  God,  Ui  reigns  ah-  • 
V_T  Kind  are  his  thought?,  his  name  ii  I 
His  :.  .  iwn, 

reJeen^d  cf  ti  e  Lord 
The  v 

Ifre\',  he  chofe, 

And  r. 

v  arm  h^d  bro!-:e 

Tnev  n  ind  J 

A  wild  and  foiitary  ground  ! 

4  There  they  could  find  no  !«.- 

Nor  food  nor  fountain  to  iftuage 

5  In  their  diftrefi  I 

Gc.c  uidej 

Ke  led  t.'ieir  wand'ring  march  arc  ; 

J  :nd. 

'..iin, 
;ve  this  defert  world  to  pafs, 
A  dar.gVous  ar 
Hc  le*ds  «tnd  clothes  us  a! 

S  Oh 


too         P  S  A  L  M   CVII. 

S  Oh  let  the  faint  with  joy  record 
The  truth  and  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
How  great  his  works  !   how  kind  his  ways! 
Letev'/y  tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 

PSALM      107.      Seccnd  Part. 
drreaions  for  Sin,  asd  Releafe  by  I 

1    TOROM  age  to  age  exalt  his  n.me, 
_£/     God  and  his  grace  are  ftill  the  fame  : 
Ke  filM  the  hungry  foul  with  food, 
And  feeds  the  poor  with  ev"'ry  good. 

2,  But  if  their  hearts  rebel  and  rife 
Againft  the  God  that  rules  the  flues $ 
If  they  reject  his  heav'nly  word, 
And  flight  the  counfels  of  the  Lord  1 

3  He'll  bring  their  fuliits  to  the  ground. 
And  bo  deliv'rar.ce  fhall  be  found  5 
Laden  with  grief  they  wafte  their  breath 
In  darknefs  and  the  fhades  of  death. 

\  Thfn  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  cries, 
He  makes  the  dawning  light  arife, 
And  fcatters  all  that  difmal  made 
That  hung  io  heavy  round  their  head. 

5  He  cuts  the  bars  of  brafs  in  two, 
And  lets  the  fm'ling  prisoners  thro' ; 
Takes  off  the  load  of  guilt  and  grief, 
'And  gives  the  lab'ring  fcnl  relief. 

6  Oh  may  the  fons  of  men  record 
The  wond'reus  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
Kow  great  his  works  !   how  kind  his  ways  I 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 

PSALM     107     Third  Part. 
Intemperance  punifhed  and  pardoned  ,  or,  APfalm^ 
the  Glutton  and  the  Drunkard. 
1   X  TAIN  man  on  foolifti  pleafures   bent, 
y       Prepares  for  his  own  punifhment  j 
"What  pains,  what  loathfome  maladiea 
Fitm  luxury  and  lull  arifc  !  ^  1 


a  The  drunkard  feels  his  vitals  wafte  ; 
Vet  drowns  his  health  to  pleafe  hil  u£e ; 
'Till  all  his  adYive  pow'rs  ar 
And  fainting  life  draw  lull. 

3  Theplutton  groans,  and  loat^s  to  eat, 
His  foul  abhors  delicious  meat ; 
Nature  with  heavy  lo3d5  op;-: 
Would  yield  to  death  to  be  releas'd. 

4  Then  how  the  frightenM  finners  fiv 
To  God  for  help  with  earned  cry  ! 

He  hears  ti:r'r  groans,  prolongs  their  breath, 
And  fares  them  from  approathicg  : 

':   No  m-cY:  £t  the  cure 

So  quick,  fo  cafy,  or  fo  Aire  : 
The  deadiy  fentence  God  re- 
lic fends  his  foreign  word,   and  heals. 

6   Oh  may  the  fons  of  men  record 
1 he   wc r.  ltd  ct  the  Lord  ! 

And  let  their  thankful  ofTring  prove 
How  they  adore  their  Maker's  leve. 

PS  A  L  M    i.-.    Fourth  Part,  Long  Metre. 

-'.reck  J   or,  r. 
man's  &zr.g. 

i    TT7GULD  you  behold  the  workl  of  G 

*  ▼  n  in  the  woi 

With  -iner  furvey 

The  unknown  regions  of  the 

i  They  leave  their  nativ-  \r\iy 

And  ftize  the  favour  of  the  \ 

God  comma 
That  heave  the  ocean  to  the  : 

i  to  the  heav'ns  tliey  mount  amain, 
is     ■ 


&tt        P  S  A  L  M    CVII. 

4  When  land  Is  far,  and  death  is  nigh, 
Lr»ft  to  all  hope  to  God   they  cry  : 
His  mercy  hears  the  loud  addref:, 
And  fends  filvation  in  diftrefs. 

5  He  bids  the  winds  their  wrath  afiuage, 
And  ftormy  tempefts  ccafe  to  rage  j 
The  gladfome  train  their  fears  p-ve  o'er 
And  hail  with  joy  their  native  (Lore. 

6  Oh  may  the  fons  of  men  record 
The  wond'rous  goodnef;  of  the  Lord  ! 
Let  them  their  private  oftYings  bring, 
And  in  the  church  his  glory  fing. 

PSALM   107.    Fifth  Part.     Com.  Metre. 

The  Mariner's  PJalm. 
I   nPHY  works  of  glory,  mighty  Lord, 
A       That  rules  the  boiftVous  fea, 
The  fons  of  courage  mall  record, 
Who  tempt  that  dang'rous  way. 
0.  At  thy  command  the  winds  arife, 
And  fwtll  the  tow'ring  waves ! 
The  men  aftoniflTd  mount  the  fkieaj 
And  fink  in  gaping  graves. 

3  [Again  they  climb  the  wat'ry  hills, 

And  plunge  in  deeps  again  ; 
Each  like  a  tottVing  drunkard  reels, 
And  finds  his  courage  vain. 

4  Frighted  to  hear  the  tempeft  roar, 

They  pant  with  flutt'ring  breath  5 
And  hopelefs  of  the  diftant  more 
Expecl  immediate  death.] 

5  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  crieij 

He  hears  the  loud  reoueft, 
And  orders  filence  thro'  the  fkies, 

And  lays  the  floods  to  reft, 
<3  Sailors  rejoice  to  lofe  their  fears, 

An-!  fee  theftorms  allay'd  : 
Now  to  their  eyes  the  port  appears  5 

There  let  their  vovvi  be  paid,  7  »TIs  J 


P    S     A     L     M      CVII. 

7  Til  God  that  brings  them  fare  to  land; 

Let  itupid  mortals  know, 
That  waves  are  under  his  command, 
And  all  the  winds  that  blow. 

8  Oh  that  the  Tons  of  men  would  praife 

The  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
And  thofe  that  fee  thy  woni'rous  ways 
Thy  wond'rous  love  record. 

PSALM       107.       Lafl  Part. 
Colonies  planted  ;   or,   Nations  blejl  and  punijked, 
*    X  X  THEN  God,  provok'd  with  daring  Crimea; 
W     Scourges  the  madnefs  of  the  times, 
He  turns  their  fields  to  barren  fand, 
And  dries  the  rivers  from  the  land. 

2  His  word  can  raife  the  fprings  again, 
And  make  the  withered  mountains  green, 
Send  fhow'ry  blefiings  from  the  fkies ; 
And   harveft'fi  in  the  defert  rife. 

3  [Where  nothing  dwelt  but  beafts  of  prey, 
Or  men  as  fierce  and  wild  as  they, 

He  bids  th'  opprefr  and  poor  repair, 
And  builis  them  towns  and  aides  there. 

4  They  fow  the  fields,  and  trees  they  plan^ 
Whofe  yearly  fruits  fupplies  their  want  5 
Their  race  grows  up  from  fruitful  ftocks, 
Their   wealth  increafes  with  their  flocksv 

5  Thus  they  are  bleft  :    but  if  they  fin, 
He  lets  the  heathen  nations  in, 

A  favage  crew  invades  their  lands, 
Their  princes  die  by  barb'rous  hands. 

6  Their  captive  fons,  expos'd  to  fcorn, 
Wander  unpity'd  and  forlorn; 

The  country  lies  unfene'd,  untill'd, 
And  defolation  fpreads  the  field. 

7  Yet  if  the  humbled  nation  mourns, 
Again  his  dreadful  hand  he  turns : 
Again  he  makes  their  cities  thrive, 

Aad  bidi  the  dying  churcji;s  Aire.]  S  The 


4     P  S  A  L  M     CVIII,  CI 

3  The  righteous  with  a  joyful  f*nfe 
Admire  the  works  of  providence  ; 
And  tongues  of  atheifle  Hull  do  it 
Blafphemethe  God  the  faints  adore. 

9   How  few  with  pious  care  record 
Thefe  wond'rous  dealings  of  the  Lord  ! 
But  wife  obfervcrs  frill  mall  find 
The  Lord  is  holy,  jull  and  kind. 

PSALM    ic3.    Common  Metre. 
A  Sj»g  of  P>\: 
i      A  WAKE,  my  foul,   to  found  his  priife# 
XjL     Awake  my  harp  to  fing  j 
Join  all  my  powVs  the  fong  to  raife, 
And  morning  incenfe  bring. 
i  Among  the  people  of  his  care, 
And  thro'  the  nations  round  $ 
Glad  fongs  of  pra;fe  will  I  prepare, 
And  there  his  name  refound. 
3  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 
Above   the  ftarry  train  ; 
Difr'ufe  thy  heav'nly  grace  abroad, 
And  teach  the  world  thy  reign. 
4.  So  /hall  thy  cboren  fons  rejoice, 
An^  throng  thy  courts  above  j 
While  finners  hear  thy  f  ard'ning  voice, 
And  tafte  redeeming  love. 

P    L    A    L    M      IC9.      Ver.    I  — r,    - 
Lcvc  t»  En.em'iei  from  the  Example  of  Cbrijh  ? 

1  /^  OD  of  my  mercy  and  my  praifc 
vJT      Thy  glory  is  my  fong  ; 
Tho'  Tinners  fpeak  againfc  thy  grace 

With  a  blafpheming  tongue. 

2  When  in  the  form  cf  mortal  vrnn. 

Thy  Son  on  earth  was  fo'ind  $ 
With  cruel  (landers  falfe  and  vain 
They  compaft'd  him  aicuad,  3  Thi 


P  S  A  L  M     CX.  22.5 

3  Their  mis'ries  his  companion  move, 

Their  peace  he  (till  p  nrfu'd  ; 
They  render  hatred  for  his  love, 
And  evil  for  his  good. 

4  Their  malice  rag'd  without  a  caufe, 

ith  his  dying  breath 
He  pray'd  for  murd'rers  on  his  crofs, 
And  blcft  his  foes  in  death, 

5  Lord  iliall  thy  bright  example  mine 

In  vain  before  my  eyes ; 

Give  me  a  foul  a-kin  to  thine, 

To  love  mine  enemies. 

6  The  Lord  (hall  on  my  fide  engage, 

And  in  ray  Saviour's  name 
I  fhall  defeat  their  pride  and  rage, 
Who  ilandcr  and  condemn. 

PSALM   no.    Fir  ft  Part,  Long  Metre. 

Ckriji  exalted,  and  Multitudes  converted  j  or,  Tbt 
Success  of  tbe  Gcfpel, 

KUS  God  dT  eternal  Father  fpake 
To  Chrtf  the  Son,  «  Afcend  and  fit 
•«  At  my  right  hand,  'till  I  mail  make 
u  Thy  roes  fubmiliive  at  thy  feet. 
z  M  From  Sion  /hall  thy  word  proceed, 
«<  Thy  word,   the  fcestrein  thy  hand, 
«  Shall  make  the  hearts  of  rebels  bleed, 
<«  And  bow  their  wills  to  thy  command. 

3  "  That  day  mall  (hew  thy  pow'r  is  great, 

"  When  faints  (hall  flock  with  willing  minds, 
"  And  firmers  crowd  thy  temple-gate, 
-re  holinefs  in  beauty  mines." 

4  O  blelfed  Pow'r  !    O  glorious  day  ! 

hat  a  large  vicYrv  (hall  enfue  ; 
"  And  converts,  who  thy  grace  obey, 
•<  txeced  the  drops  of  morning  dew-'* 

PSALM 


T1 


25  PS  A  LM     C 

PSALM    no.  Second  Part.    Long 
The  Kingdom  and  PrlefiJ  ood  of  CI  l 

1  '"PHUS  the  great  Lord  of  earth  N 

"*•     Spake  to  his  Son,  and  thus  he  I 
M  Eternal  fn all  thy  priefthood  be, 
u  And  change  from  hand  to  hand  no  more* 

a  u  Aaron,  and  all  his  fons  mud  die  : 
"  But  everiafting  life  is  thine, 
**  To  fave  for  ever  thofe  that  fly 
"  For  refuge  from  the  wrath  divine. 

3  "  By  me  MelcKifcdec  was  made 
"  On  earth  a  king  and  priefl  at  or.ee  ; 
"  And  thou,  my  hrav'nly  Prieft  malt  plead, 
"  And  thou,  my  King  malt  iu!e  n. . 

4  Jefus  the  Prieft  a  fecal  I  his  thront, 

;!i  counfels  cf  eternal  pt 
Between  the  Father  and  the 
Proceed  with  honour  and  fuccefs. 

5  Thro"  the  wh; !  ]  reaijljj] 
And  erum  the  pow'rs  I                       -i  : 
Then  mail  he  jurge  the  rifmg  dead, 
And  fend  the  guilty  vorld  to  hell. 

6  Tho'  while  he  ••  >:icu5w?y, 
He  drii                          hreati  and  blood, 
The  fuil '"'rin^s  of  tht*  cread/ul  day 
Shall  but  advance  him  near  to  God, 

PSALM    no.    Common  Metre. 

2  TESUS,  our  Lord  afcend  thy  throne 
J      And  near  thy  Father  Ht  ^M^ 
In                                                'vn#jH 

And  make  thy  foes  fubmic. 
%   What  worsen  mall  thy  gofpel  cmf* 
c       er ts  mail  furpafr 
The  nvm'rous  drops  of  morning-dew,  ^ 
And  own  thy  for'reigfl  grace.  3  Got 


PSALM      CXI.         227 

:>roncunc'd  a  firm  Hear?, 
•s  what  he  fwore  -y 
"  E'rrnal  lhall  thy  prieAhood  be, 
■ .  hen  Aaron  is  no  mo  e. 

4  "  Melchifcdec,  that  wor.d'tous  pr'cfl, 

«'  That  kin*  ot  ! 
"  That  holy  man  who  Ahra'asn  blc't 
"  Was  but  a  type  ot  thee.1' 

5  Jefus  our  Prieft  for  ever  lives 

To  plead  for  us  above  j 
Jefus  our  King  for  ever  girts 
The  bltfiogl   of  his  love. 

6  God  fhall  exalt  his  glorious  head) 

is  high  throne  maintain, 
Shall  fir  ke  the  powVs  and  princes  dead, 
Who  dare  oppofc  his  reign, 

PSALM      in.      Firfi  Part. 
The  mjdom  of  Gel  in  bis  Worku 
1    OONG3  of  immortal  praife  belong 
^J     To  my  Al/nighcy  God; 
He  has  my  heart  and  lie  my  tongue 
To  fpread  lis  name  abroad. 
•2,  How  great  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought ! 
How  glorious  in  our  fight ! 
And  men  in  ev'ry  age  have  fought 
His  wonders  with  deli 

3  How  fair  and  beauteom  nature's  frame  ! 

Haw  wife  the  eternal  mind  ! 
His  ccunfeta  never  change  the  fchetne 
That  his  firfr  .  d^ri'd. 

4  V.  ben  he  redeem1  i  fon?, 

He  fix'd  his  pov'mnt  fure  : 
The  orders  that  hii  lips  prone unce 

To  en  - 
Nature  and  time,  and  cr.rth  and  ikies, 

Thy  keav'nly  Ikillproch 
Wha:  (hall  w«  do  to  nn!:c  us 

.     .  thj  nam:  ■  9  Te 


»28    fSALM    CXI,  CXII. 

6  To  fear  ihy  pow'r,  to  truft  thy  grace, 
Is  our  d>vineft  fkill  ! 
And  he's  the  wifeft  of  our  race 
That  belt  obeys  thy  will. 

PSALM     in.     Second  Part. 
Tke  I'. 

1  /^  RE  AT  is  the  Lord  ;   his  works  of  might 
vJ      Demand  cur  nobleft  fon^b  j 

Let  his  alTemblcd  faints  unite 

Their  harmony  of  tongues. 
2,  Great  is  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 

He  gives  his  children  food  ; 
And  ever  mindful  of  his  word, 

He  makes  his  promife  good. 
3  His  Son,  the  great  Redeemer,  came 

To  Teal  his  cov'nant  fure  : 
Holy  and  rev'rtnd  is  his  name, 

His  ways  are  juil  aad  pure. 
They  that  would  grow  divinely  wife, 

Muft  with  his  fear  begin  ; 
Our  faireft  proof. of  knowledge  lies 

In  hating  evVy  fin* 

PSALM     ii2.  As  the  113th  Pfalm. 
The  Blejjings  of  the  liberal  Man, 
3    TPHAT  man  is  blelt  who  ftancs  in  awe 
JL     Of  God  and  loves  his  facred  law  : 
His  feed  on  earth  (hall  be  renown'd  j 
His  houfe  the  fcac  ©f  wealth  mall  be, 
An  unexhautled  treafury, 

And  with  fucceiTive  honours  crown'd. 

2  His  iib'ral  favours  he  extends, 

To  forne  he  gives,  to  others  lends  3 
A  gen'rous  pity  fills  his  mind  : 

Yet  what  his  charity  impairs, 

He  faves  by  prudence  in  affairs, 
And  thus  he's  juft  to  all  mankind* 

5  HI 


PSALM     CXII. 

j  His  hands,  while  they  his  alms  beftcw\i> 
His  glory1!  future  harvcft  fewM  j 

The  fweet  remembrance  of  the  juft 
Like  a  green  root  revives  and  bears 
A  train  of  bleilings  lor  his  heirs, 

:i  dying  nature  fleeps  in  duft. 

4  Befet  with  threatening  dangers  round, 
Unmov'd  (hall  he  maintain  his  ground  5 

His  confcience  holds  his  courage  up  : 
The  foul  ihat's  til  I'd  with  virtue's  li-hr, 
Shines  brighteft  in  afiiiclion's  nitht  : 
And  lees  in  darknefs  beams  of  grace* 

V    ,\    USE, 

5  [111  tidings  never  can  furpnfe 
His  heart  that  rix'd  on  God  reWrs, 

Though  waves  and  tempefls  roar  around  i 
Safe  on  a  rock  he  (its,  and  fees 
The  fhipwreck  of  his  enemies, 

A»  d  all  their  hope  and  g'ory  drown'd, 
%  The  wicked  \hz\\  his  triumph  fee, 
And  gn;-\fh  their  teeth  in  agony, 

To  find  their  expectations  crofs'd  : 
They  and  their  envy,  pride  and  fpttej 
Sink  down  to  everiafling  ni. 

And  all  their  names  in  daiknefs  loft. J 

P  S  A  L  M     112.     Long  Metre. 
tbtBUJ/ing  oft. 

I  npHRICE  happy  man  who  fears  the  LorJ, 
J-  n-n-r.cls,  an  i  tiufts  his  word  : 

Honour  and  p*ace  his  di>s  attend, 
And  bieiho^s  to  his  feed  defcend. 
%  Companion  dwells  upon  his  min«J, 
orks  of  me  cy  (till  incii  . 

umc  prcfent  ai^, 
Or  gives  them,  not:  to  be  re 

U  3  When 


5o.      PSALM    C." 

I  n  times  grow  daik,  and  tidings  fpreid 
That  fill  his  neighbours  round  *ilh  dread, 
His  heart  is  arm 
For  God  with  ill  J  there. 

n  tke  Lord 
Draws  heav'nly  courage  frorr  h:s  v.xid  ) 
Amicil  the  - 

Vo  ci  cer  his  heart  end  LJefs  his  ejes. 
5  Me  hath  c 

His  works  «re  fiill  befcTe  his  Gcd  5 
His  name  on  earth  ihail  loagftminj 
While  envious  tinners  rage  in  v*in. 

PSALM    112.    Ccmmcn  Metre. 

L  ibirallty  reward*  L 

j    TTAPPY  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord, 
Aud  : 
Who  '. 

Or  ^ives  v.ith  liberal  hands. 

z  As  pity  dwells  within  his  breaft 
To  all  the  Tons  of  need  5 
So  Gcd  ihail  anfwer  his  reqi 
With  Lleilings  en  his  (ecd. 

3  No  evil  tidings  ft  all  furprife 

His  well  eSabliuYd  mind  $ 

His  foul  to  God,  his  refuge  fliet, 

And  leaves  his  fears  behind. 

4  In  times  of  danger  and  diftrefs 

Some  terms  of  light  mail  fhmc, 
To  fhew  the  vor'S  his  ri^htcoufi.efs, 
And  give  him  peace  divine. 

5  His  works  of  piety  and  love 

Remain  before  the  Lord  j 

Hone er  on  earth  |  eve 

•Shall  be  his  fure  nward. 

PS  AL 


PSAL  W    CXII 

P  S  A  L  Proper  Tun?. 

'. 
X^E  that  c;  5  th  •  Loi  !, 

-  cord, 

- 

Can  give  h:s  vaR  dominion  bo 

I 

Arm  . 

3  He  b  v'evr 
What  ' 

An  i  :  : 

'      ! 

And  I  • 

4  When  c- 

He  fends  tl  h  :>r, 

To  refcue  thet r  -  le  j 

The  mother  ■ 

Proclaims  his  praifri  and  h?r  j 
Let 

i'    S    A     L    M 

. 

rst, 


PSALM    CXI 

3  Which  of  the  fom  of  Ad.  j  dare, 
Or  angels  with  their  God  compare? 
Kis  glories  how  divinely  bright  ! 
Who  dwells  in  uncreated  li^ht  : 

4  Eehold  his  love  he  ftoops  to  view 
What  faints  above  and  an^eis  do  ; 
And  condefcends  yet  more  to  know 
The  mean  affairs  cfn.cn  below. 

5  From  duft  and  cottages    obfeure 
His  grace  exalts  the  humble  poor  ! 
Gives  them  the  honour  ofhisfons, 
And  fits  them  for  their  heav'nly  thrones. 

6  [A  word  of  his  creating  voice 

Can  make  the  barren  houfe  rejoice  : 
Tho'  Sarah's  ninety  years  were  pad, 
The  promis'u  Cecd  is  born  at  laft, 

7  With  joy  the  mother  views  her  fon> 
And  tells  the  wonders  God  has  done  ; 
Faith  may  grow  ftrong  when  fenfe  defpilftC 
If  nature  rails,  the  promife  bears.] 

PSALM     114. 

Miracles  attending  IjraeVi  Journey, 

1  T*7HEN  Ifr 'el,  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand, 

VV     Left  the  proud  tyrant  and  his  lane, 
The  tribes  with  cheerful  homage  cwn 
Th^ir  King    and  judah  was  his  throne. 

2  Acrofs  the  deep  their  journey  lay  j 
The  deep  divides  to  make  them  way  5 
Jordan  beheld  their  march,  and  fled 
With  backward  current  to  his  head. 

3  Thz  mountains  fhook  like  frighted  fheep, 
Like  lambs  the  little  hillocks  leap  ! 

Not  Sinai  on  her  bafe  could  ftand, 
C;niVioL5  of  iov'ieign  power  at  hand. 

4  Whi 


Mi 

5  Let  tf'ty 

Rei"; 

The  king  oi  him  heic  3 

Treml ' 

6  Hr  thunders,  end  all 

t 
Flin'. 

PS 

I    T^TOT  toourfelvps  who  -:-.  . 

true. 
•  b  e  ; 
I  a  heathen's  haughty  tc 

here't  the  God  yo.. 

Rl  } 

Hs  L-  ;  -.  hears  oui 


*34        P  S  A  L  M    CXV. 

6  Their  fret  were  never  made  to  move, 
Nor  hands  to  fave  when  mortals  pray  ; 
Mortals   tha:  pay  th-m  fear  or  love, 
Seem  to  be  blind  and  deaf  as  they. 

7  O  Jfrael,  make  the  Lord  thy  hope, 
Thy  help,   thy  refuge,   and  thy  reft  j 
The  Lord  fnall  tu'ld  thy  ruins  u% 
And  blefs  the  people  and  the  pneft. 

5  The  dead  no  more  can  fpeak  thy  praiff, 
They  dwell  in  filence  in  '.he  grave  j 
Bjt  wt  fh-iil  live  to  fing  thy  grace, 
And  tell  the  world  thy  pow'r  to  fave. 
PSALM   115.  Second  Metre.    A' the  New  Tune 

cf  the  50th  Pfalm.       Idolatry  reproved. 
3    T^TO T  to  our  names,   thou  only  joft  a 

X\l    Not  t0  our  wo'.thlefs  names  is  glory  due  : 
1  i.v  pow'r  and  grace,  thy  truth  and  juftice  claim 
Immortal  honours  to  thy  fovVcign  name  ; 
Shire  thro'  the  earth  from  heav'n  thy  bleft  abode  \ 
Nor  let  the  heathens  fay  ;  end  where's  your  God  ? 

2  Het?*n  is  thine  higher  court:  there  Panda  thy  throne, 
And  thro"  the  Icwer  worlc's  thy  will  is  done  : 
God  f  am'd  th:s  ca/th,  the  ftarry  heav'ns  he  fpread, 
But  fools  adore  the  gods  their  hands  have  made  j 
The  kneeling  croud,  with  looks  devout  behold 
Their  Giver- fa  vi<  us,  and  their  faints  of  goM. 

3  [Va  n  are  tho'e  artful  ftupes  cf  eyes  and  ears  j 
The  molten  image  neither  fees  nor  hecrs  : 
Tneir  hands  are  helplefs,  nor  their  feet  can  move! 
They  have  no  fcetch,  r.or  thought,  nor  powu,  noi 

love  j 
Yet  fottifh  mortals  make  their  long  complaints 
To  their  deaf  idols,  and  their  movelefs  f«inte. 

e  rich  have  ftr.tues  well  adorn'd 
The  poor  cone-  t  wilh  --ods  of  ccarfer  m< 
\;\th  tools  of  iron  carve  the  f^nfelefs  ft 
Lopt  from  a  tree,  or  broken  from  a  reck  : 
People  and  prieit.  m'wt  on  the  folemn  tmde, 
And  truft  the  god»  that  faws  and  hammers  made/ 

5  B 


P  S  A  L  M     CXVI. 

iz'd  !   'T  i  hard  to  fay 
;  i 
Lo     :   he  i  "ar-  ind  fees, 
cf  I 
'!aip  dees  a  J 
He  :f  i  '  d. 

In  Gcfd  we  tfttfl  ;  our  irt 
Attempt  cur  ruin  and  0]  reign  j 

;  bey  p-.-vail'd,  darknefs  tr.J  cWd  our  cays, 

raife  : 
Bu:  ws  are  fa?*d  end  live  •  Lei  fon*.s  arife, 
And  Sion  bids  the  G 

PSALM     1 1 6.      FirftParU 

1  T  Love  the  Lor  nietj 

X       And  r-'.t*\\  r.v'ry  groan, 
Lon^  as  I  i  ve  when  troubles  rife, 
1*11  bade  i  to  his  rhrore. 

2  I  lov'd  the  Lord  :   he  bow'd  hi9  ear, 

And  i-has'd  my  erief-j  awjy  : 
O'i  let  my  hea;t  no  rr.ore  defpair, 
When   I  tavt  breath  to  pray  ! 
left  declin'd,  my  fpirita  reli, 
I   I  drew  near  thl  <ia  i, 

mgs  and  fears  of  heil 
I  f  wakeful  he2d. 
4  m  Mv  Oodj  I  cry 'J,  thy  fervent  fave, 
*i   rhoa  ever  good    end  jutt ; 
"  Thy  pjwer  can  refruc  from  the  grate, 
11  Thy  power  Is  ill 

beheld  me  fore  diitrelr, 
•  ve  : 

v  reil, 

6  My  G.>d  huh  (^'i  my  foul  from  death, 

Now  '    I'll  fpend  my  br- 

And  my  .  1J  S  .  \ 


PSALM    CXVI,  CXVII. 

PSALM     116.     iz,  I 

Hba  ate  Deliverance* 

1  \ir7*HAT  mall  I  render  to  my  God 

V   v         Foi 

My  fon^s  adcrefs  thy  thro  :c 

2  Among  thefai    ti  that  fll  thine  h 

There  ft  all  my  z 

ade. 

3  How  much  is  rr 

Thou  ever-bleflcd  God! 
How  dear  thy  fervqntl  in  thy  r 
Kc  v  precious  is  their  blood  ? 

4  How  happy  a'-  thy  f« 

How  great  thy  grace  to  me  ! 
My  life,  \\l.  ifl  mads  thy  care, 

Lord,  I  e'evote  to  thee. 

5  Now  i  am  thine,   for  ever  thin?, 

Nor  (hall  my  purpofe  move  ; 
Thy  hand  ha*  ioo^'d  my  bones  of  pain, 
And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 

6  Herein  thy  courts  I  leave  my  vow, 

And  thy  rich  grace  record  :  , 

Wit  ho  hear  me  : 

-  : 

i-  Z  A  T,  ?t    117.    C  (trc 

Fraife  to  God  from  a. 
1  (T*\  All  ye  nations  praife  the  L 
\^     T.  at  tortus  5 

,e  be  fun,:. 
a  His  .  lercy  rei  ad  : 

Tor  ever  firm  h»s  truth  ' 

F  S  A 


V  L  M  CXVII,  CXVIII.   237 

PSALM     11-,      Long  Metre. 

FROM  all  that  dwell  below  the  fkiei 
L?t  the  Creator's  praife  arife  : 
Let  t!  's  name  be   f 

Thro*  ev'ry  land  \ 
Eternal  are  thy  mcrcie«,   Lord  ; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  ; 
Thy  praife  (hall  found  from  lhore  to  fiore, 
Till  funs  /hull  iet  and  life  no  more. 

V  S  A  L  M     n7.     Short  Metre. 

THY  name,  almighty  Lord, 
Shall  found  thro1  diflant  lands  : 
Great  is  thy  grace,  and  fure  thy  word  : 

Thy  truth  for  ever  liar.  >'s. 
Far  be  thine  honour  fprca<!, 

And  long  thy  praife  endure, 
Till  morning  light  ard  ef'ning  made 
Shall  be  exchan^M  no  more. 

•  S   A  L  M      11S.     Firft  Part.  Ver.  6—15. 
Deliverance  from  a  Tumult. 

THE  Lord  appeari  my  helper  now, 
Nor  1 3  my  fiith  afraid 
What  all  the  fens  of  e*;rth  can  do, 

Sine 
'Th  fafer,    1.      ,  to  hope  in  thee, 

And  I 
Than  trud  in  men  of  hi^h  deg  eej 
And  on  their  tnuh  depend. 
;  *Tis  thro1  the  Lord  •  .  rOAgj 

In  him  my  lips  rejoice  j 
\Vhiie  his  falvation 

How  cheerful  is  my  voi 
y  Like  a   v  ;*v  girt  me  round  j 

When  ra  they  fly  : 

So  burning  thornawith 

Make  a  !k:<  5  J°7 


P  S  A  L  M     C 

O 

-  I  elongi  j 
The  Lord  protect  their  days  : 

To  Li. 
?  S  A  L  M  .n.  Vrr.  17  —  21. 

Public  Prai 

1  T     ORD,  th  .  c: ;•, 
jLy     And  rti                   be  grate  j 

1 
If  God  refolv*  tc 

2  Thy  praife  more  conftant  than  before, 

Thy  hand  that  hath  chaftis'd  him  fjre, 
Defendi  him  ftill  from  death, 

3  Open  the  fc^.te  of  Sion  now, 

For  we  mall  wor-V?  th 
The  houfe  where  all  the  righteous  go 

Thy  mercy  to  detiar". 
•4  Among  th1  afiemblies  of  thy  falnta 

Cur  thackru 
There  wc  hnv»*.  told  tiiee  our  complaint!, 

And  there  w«  fpeak  thy  praife. 

PSALM    11 2.    Third  Part,  Ver.  22,  23. 
Cbrifl  the  f  I  urcb. 

15     Whi 

And  his  eternal  ; 
2  Cbo 

And  fainti  a 

Noj  i7:a!l  tl  me. 


PSALM     CXVIII. 

4  What  tho*  the  cat*s  f  -od  ? 

: i Lilt  this  !)Ui 
'Tis  thy  own  worj  j  Ccc1, 

And  wonc  : 

PSALM  11C.    Fw/ft  Par/.   Ver.  24,  25,  26. 


T 


&  j  r£e?  Lord'.'  Di.y  ;   cr,  < 

#/;</  swr  ^..'. 

pIIIS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made,    * 
lllfl  the  hours  his  own  j 
Let  heav'n  rejo:ce,  let  earth  be  g!a^, 
And  praife  furround  the  throne, 

2  To  day  he  rofe  and  left  the  dcid  3 

And  fatan's  rj  rj  '\t  Jell  5 
Today  the  faints  DM  I 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 

3  Hofannah  to  the  anointed  King, 

To  David's  holy  Son, 
Help  us,  O  Lord,  def&nd  and  brir.g 
Salvation  iiom  thy  throne. 
'4  B'eft  is  the  L^rd  who  conies  to  man 
With  : 
V/ho  comes  in  God  his  Father's  name, 
1 
5  Hofannah  in  the  big]  1 

The  church  on  I  fc  j 

The  higher!  heav'  '  -  , 

Shah  ^ive  him  nobler  praife. 

PSALM    11 3.  l\r.  22—27.  Short  Metre, 

-'  cTs  Day  ;  or,  „ 

ef  Si 

J   Or  iving  Stone 

£)     The  builders  did  1  • 
Cod  hath 
In  .  a  Th< 


a  40       PSALM    C XVIII. 

2  The  fcribe  and  angry  prieft 

Reject  thine  only  SoR  j 
Yet  on  this  rock  fliill   Sion  ref , 
As  the  chif  one, 

3  The  work,  O  Lord,  is  thine, 

I'roui  iu  our  eyes  : 
clarei  it  ail  dmne, 
Thit  c  rife* 

4.  Tivi  is  the  glorioui 

That  our  Redeemer  made  ; 

Let  us  rrjoice  and  fing,  and  pray, 

Let  ail  the  church  be  glad. 

5  Ho  fan  nan  tot  hi-  King 

Of  David's  royal   bl<v 
Blefs  him,  ye  faints,  he  comes  to  bring 
Salvation  from  your  God. 

6  Vve  11' fs.tr  ire  holy  word 

V.  hich  a/     his  grace  fe'ifpJays, 
And  offei  on  thine  altar,  Lord, 
Our  facriiice  of  praife. 

PSALM     nS.   22—27,  Long  Metre. 

An  Hoj.mnah  for  the  Lord's  Day  j  or,  A  new  Seng 

Salvation  hy  Cbrifi, 

1  T     O  !  vhst  a  glorious  Corner-ftooe 
f  _/  The  Jewifli  buiJ  fufe: 

iiuv  God  hatli  buik  his  church  thereon, 
In  fpite  of  envy  anj  the  Je 

2  Great  Go-1,  the  work  it  all  divine, 
T.ic  joy  and  vvor  del  of  our  eyes  5 
This  is  the  da)  1  1  ic  thine, 
The  d;.y  that  law  our  Saviour  ;ife. 

3  Sinners  rejoice,  and  faints  be  glad  j 
HoC-..  nah,  let  his  name  be 

A  thou  fan  'tad, 

With  feate,  and  light,  and  glory  reft' 

4l 


P  S  A  L  M     CXlX. 

4  In  God* i  own  name  hi  :ir:g 

Let  the  whole  church  add. efs 
With  heart) 

PSALM     119. 
[I  have  collecled  and  difpcfed  the  moft  ufeful  Ver- 
fes  of  this  Pf»'m  un^er  eighteen  different  He. 
formed  a  D'-.v.  n   each  of  them.     ] 

Verfes  ar- nvjc  .  ,  to  atui.i   Lrne  1-c^  ee 

of  Conn:. 

ne  Place*,  among  the  Words  £011 
>.ave    ufed    G 

r,  anU  the  common  Lan^i: 
Boi,  and  it  equally  anfwert  the  Defign 

which  was  to  recommer.  It.  :uie.J 

P  S   A  L  M     119.     I 
The  BUJJednrf:  of  Sa 

■•    I,   2,   3." 

1  OLEST  are  the  undehVd  iri 

J-J      Whofe  v.m;  :  clcaD  j 

bo  never  from  thy  law  d:;  1 
But  fly  frcm  ev'ry  fin. 

2  Bleft  are  the  rren  that  keep  t'jy  word, 

And  - 

their  whole  heart  t]  the  Lcrd, 

An  :  with  their  han 

Vetfe   165. 

3  Grra!  11  fh-ir  rr 

How  firm  their  U 
Nor  can  a 
.  I 

:,     I  . 

4  Then  (hall  my  heir:  have  \n\ 

Ana  honour  ali  thy  m 
X 


2.j2        PSALM     CXIX. 

5  But  haughty  fmners  God  will  hate, 

The  proud  (hall  die  accurft  j 
The  fons  of  fal/hood  and  deceit 
Arc  tredden  to  the  duft. 

Verfe  119,  153. 

6  Vile  as  the  drofs  the  wicked  are ; 

And  thofc  that  leave  thy  ways 
Shall  fee  falvation  irom  afar, 
But  never  tafte  thy  grace. 

PSALM     119.     Second  Part. 

Secret  Devotion  and  Spiritual  Mindednefs  j  or,  Conflg 
Cowverje  with  Gcd. 

Verfe   147,  55. 

1  'T'O  thee,  before  the  dawning  light, 

JL        My  gracious  God  I  pray  ; 
I  meditate  thy  name  by  night, 
And  keep  thy  law  by  day. 

Verfe  81. 

2  My  fpirit  faints  to  fee  thy  grace, 

Thy  promife  bears  me  up  5 

And  while  falvation  long  delays, 

Thy  word  fupports  my  hope. 

Verfe   164. 

3  Seven  times  a  day  I  lift  my  hands, 

And  pay  my  thanks  to  thee, 
Thy  righteous  providence  demands 
Repeated  praife  from  me. 

Verfe  62. 

4  When  midnight  darknefs  veils  the  fkies, 

I  call  thy  works  to  mind ; 
My  thoughts  in  warm  devotion  rife; 
And  fweec  acceptance  find. 

P  S  A  L I 


T 


PSALM     CXIX.        243 

PSALM     no.     Third  Pan. 
f  rcfeJJiQn  of  Sin cer ity ,    R- 
Vcrfc   5-, 
,HOU  art  my  portion,  O  my  Godj 
Socn  as  I  know  thy  way, 
My  heart  makes  hade  t1  ofcey  thy  word, 
And  fufiers  no  ielay. 

Verfe   50,    14. 

2  I  choofe  the  path  of  heav'nly  truth, 

And  glory  in  my  choice  5 

Not  all  the  riches  of  the  ear.h 

Could  make  me  Co  rejoice. 

3  The  teftimonies  of  thy  grace 

I  fet  before  my  eyes  ; 
Thence  I  derive  my  daily  firength, 
And  there  my  comfort  lies. 
Ver  l  e 

4  If  once  I  wander  from  thy  path, 

I  think  upon  my  way*;, 
Then  turn  my  feet  to  thy  commands, 
And  truft  thy  para'ning  grace. 
\  erl'e  94,   112. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine, 

OliU/e  thy  (errant,   Lord, 
Thou  art  my  fhieM,   my  hiding  place. 
My  hope  is  in  thy  wori. 
Verfc    112. 

6  Thou  haft  inclin'd  th:s  hsart  of  mine 

Thy  fata  tea  to  fulfil} 
And  thus  till  mortal  lift  mall  end 
Would  1  perform  thy  will. 

PSALM      179.      Fourth  Part, 
•:    from  Scripture, 
1    T  TOW  fha'.l  the  ¥«ung  fecure  their  be 
X  A      And  guard  t!:eir  live*  frcm  I 
Thy  word  the  cboiccft  rules  imparts 

To  keep  the  confcicnce  dean.  Veife 


s.j!         PSALM    CX 

Verfe   130. 

2  When  once  it  enters  to  the  mind, 

It  fpreads  fuch  light  abroad, 
The  me.-n-'ft  fou!s  'nilruclion  find, 
And  raife  their  thoughts  to  God. 

Verfe  105. 

3  'Tis  like  the  fun,  a  heav'rv; 

That  guides  us  all  the  day  j 
And  thro'  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
A  lamp  to  leau  our  way. 

Verfe  99,  ico. 

4  The  men  that  keep  thy  law  with  care, 

And  meditate  thy  word, 
Ciorr  wifer  than  their  teachers  are, 
And  better  know  the  Lord. 

Verfe  104,  113. 

5  Thy  precepts  m^ke  me  truly  wife, 

I  hare  the  finners  road  5 
I  hate  my  own  vain  thoughts  that  rife, 
Bu:  love  thy  law,  my  God. 

Verfe  19,  90,  91. 

6  [T'ne  ftar/y  heav'nsthy  rule  obey, 

Th*  earth  maintains  her  place  5 
And  thefe  thy  fervants,  night  and  day, 
Thy  fkill  and  potf'f  csprefs* 

7  But  ftill  thy  law,  and  gefpe!,  Lord, 

Have  leiftna  more  divine  : 
Not  eirt/4  (lands  firmer  than  thy  word, 
Ncr  ftars  fo  nobly  fhine.] 

Verfe  190,  140,  9,  1  j  9. 

3  Thy  word  is  everailing  truth, 
How  pure  is  ev'ry  page  ! 
Thit  holy  book  fhall  gjiie  our  youth, 
And  well  fupport  &ur  z-e. 

PSALM 


PSALM     CXIX.        2i5 

PSALM     1 19.     Fifth  Part. 

Delight  In  Scripture  J   or,   the  Word  ofGoddu 

in  us* 

Verfe  97. 

1  /^\H  how  I  love  thy  ho!;/  law  ! 
\J     'Tis  daily  my  delight  \ 
And  thence  my  meditations  draw 

Divine  aivice  by  night. 

Verfe   14S. 

2  My  waking  eye3  prevent  the  day 

To  meditate  thy  word  : 
My  foul  with  longinz  melts  away 
To  hear  thy  gofpcl,  Lord. 

Verfe   3,    13,  44. 

3  Thy  heav'nly  words  my  hcirt  engage, 

And  well  employ  my  tongue, 
And  iH  my  tirefome  pilgrimage 
Yield  me  a  heav'nly  fong. 

Verfe  19,   103. 

4  Am  I  Granger,  or  at  home, 

'Tis  my  perpetual  feaft  ; 
Not  honey  dropping  from  the  comb 
So  much  allures  the  ta(le« 

Verfe   72,   12;. 

5  No  treafures  (a  enrich  the  mind  j 

Nor  mail  thy  word  be  fold 

For  loads  of  Giver  well  refin'd, 

Nor  heaps  of  choice/l  gold. 

Verfe   2S,  49,    175. 

6  Wh°n  nature,  finks,  and  fpirits  droop, 

Thy  oromifes  of  grace 
Are  pillars  to  fupport  my  hope, 
And  there  1  write  thy  pniic, 

X  2  p  s  A  L  M 


246        PSALM    GXI 

PSALM     119.     Sixth  Fart. 

Hot'wefs  and  Comfort  from  the  Word* 

Verfc   128. 

1  T     ORD,  I  efteem  thy  judgments  right, 
1    A     Ana  all  thy  ftatutesjuft  j 

Thence  I  maintain   a  conftant  tight 
With  ev'iy  fiatt'ring  lull. 
Vcrfs  97,  9. 

2  Thy  precepts  of\en  I  furvey  5 

I  keep  thy  law  in  fi»ht 
Thro'  all  the  bus'nefs  of  the  day, 
To  form  my  actions  right* 
Verfe  62. 
5  My  h?art  in  midnight  filence  crie», 
"  How   fweet  thy  comforts  be  5** 
My  thoughts  in  holy  wonder  rife, 
And  bring  their  thanks  to  thee. 
Verfe  162. 
4  And  when  my  fpirit  drinks  her  fill, 
At  feme  good  word  of  thine, 
Not  mighty  men  that  mare  the  fpoil, 
Have  joys  compared  to  mine. 

PSALM     119.     Seventh  Part. 

ImperfcElion  tf  Nature,  and  Perfection  of  Scripture! 

Verfe  96.     Paraphrafed. 

3  "["     ET  all  the  heathen  writers  join 
I    j     To  form  one  per  feci  book, 

Great  God,  if  once  compar'd  with  thine, 
How  mean  their  writings  look. 

2  Not  the  mod  perfect  rules  they  gave 

Could  frcw  one  fin  forgiv'n  : 

Nor  lead  a  ftep  beyond  the  grave, 

But  thine  conduct  toheav'n. 

3  I've  fcen  an  end  to  what  we  call 

Perfection  here  below  $ 
Hov;  ihort  the  pow'rs  of  nature,  fall, 

Arid  can  bo  farther  go.  4  Yet 


PSAL  M    CXIX. 

4  Yet  men   >.  with  Got1, 

.^rks  thrir  hands  have  wrought] 
But    tnv  commands,   I 
Extend  to  cv'ry  th- 

5  In  vain  we  boaft  per'e&lcn 

While  fin  defiles  our  frame  5 

And  finks  our  virtue!  ('own  To  for, 

They  fauce  deferve  the  n?me. 

6  Our  faith,  and  love,  and  ev'ry  grace 

Fall  far  below  thy  word  ; 
But  perfect  truth  and  n~h*:eoufnefs 
Dwell  only  wi:h  the  Lord. 

PSALM     no.     Eighth   Part. 

Excellency  and  V..  '  :ure. 

Verfe   in.     Paraphrafed. 
i   T     ORD,  I  have  made  thy  word  mj  choice 

J 4     My  lafting  heritage  ; 

There  (hall  my  nobleft  pow'rs  rejoice, 
My  warmeit  thoughts  engage. 

2  IM  rtzi  the  hitVries  of  thy  love, 

And  keep  thy  Iaw>  in  fijj 
While  thro*  the  promifes  1  rove, 
With  ever-frefii  delight. 

3  'Tis  a  broad  land  of  wealth  unknown, 

,  ere  frrings  c 
Seeds  of  immortal  bliL,  are  fown, 
And  hidden  gloiy  lies  j 

4  The  beft  relief  that  mourners   have, 

It  makes  our  iorrows  bleft  ; 
Our  faireft  hope  beyond  the  grave, 
And  our  eternal  reft. 
PSALM     119.     Ninth  Part. 

Dc/  . Verfe  64,  63,    i& 

3    TpHV  nercid  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord, 
JL        How  good  thy  works  appear  ! 
Open  my  eyes  to  read   thy  word, 
-  fee  \hy  wonders  there. 


248        PSALM     CXIX. 

Verfe   73,   125. 

2  My  heart  was  fafhion'd  by  thy  hand, 

My  fervice  is  thy  «!ue  ; 
Oh  make  thy  fervant  underftand 
The  duties  I  muft  do. 

3  Since  I'm  a  (hanger  here  below, 

Let  not  thy  path  be  hid, 
But  mark  the  road  my  feet  fhou'd  go, 
And  be  my  conftant  guide. 

Verfe  26. 

4  When  I  confefs'd  my  wand'ring  ways, 

Thou  heard'ft  my  foul  complain  ; 
Grant  me  the  teaching?  of  thy  grace, 
Or  I  ihall  (tray  again. 

Verfe  33,  34. 

5  If  God  to  me  his  ftatutes  mew, 

And  heav'nly  truth  impart, 

His  work  for  ever  1*11  purfue, 

His  Jaw  mail  rule  my  heart. 

Verfe  50,    71. 

6  This  was  my  comfort  when  I  bore 

Variety  of  grief  : 
It  made  me  learn  thy  word  the  more, 
And  fly  to  that  relief. 

Verfe  51. 

7  [In  vain  the  proud  deride  me  now  j 

1*11  ne'er  forget  thy  law, 
Nor  let  that  bltfled  gofpel  go 
Whence  al!  my  hopes  I  diaw. 

Verfe   27,    171. 
S  When  I  have  Iearn'd  my  Father's  will 
I'll  teach  the  world  his  ways  j 
My  thankful  lips  infpir'd  with  zeal, 
Shall  fing  aloud  his  praife.l 

PS  A  LM 


PSALM     CXVX. 

PSALM     119.     Tenth  Part. 

Plead  ffifes. Verie   38,  49^ 

j   T>EHOLl)  thy  waiting  fervant,  LorJ, 
-D      Dcv.ted  to  thy  f 
Remember  and  confirm  thy  word, 
For  all  my  hopes  are  there. 
Verfc  41,  581   i 
i,  Haft  thou  not  fent  falvaticn  down, 
And  p.omis'd  quick'ninf?  grace  ? 
Doth  not  my  heart  addrefs  thy  throne  ? 
And  yet  thy  love  delays. 
Verfc   123,  42. 
3  Mine  eyes  for  thy  falvation  fail  $ 
Oh  bear  thy  fcrvant  up  ; 
Nor  let  the  ft  -  .  _vai?, 

Who  dire  reproach  my  hope. 
Verfc  49,  74. 
.  Didft  thou  not  raifc  my  faith,  O  Lord  ? 
Then  let  thy  truth  appear  j 
Saints  fnali  rejoice  in  my  reward, 
And  truil  as  well  at  fear. 

PSALM     119.     Elevmtb  Part. 
f    tubing       '.   -   .' 

OH  that  the  Lora  would  guide  my  v 
To  keep  his  ftttutei  ftil 
Mt  nrj  God  would  gran:  ... 
To  know  a.id  do  his  will  ! 
Verfe  29. 
\  Oh  fend  thy  Spirit  down  to  write 
Thy  law  upon  my  heart, 
Nor  let   my  ton^t  teit, 

Nor  a£t  the  liar's  part. 

Vcrfe  37,  36. 
From  vanity  turn  of]  my  eyes  j 

Lut  no  corrupt  dc 
Kor  covetoui  d<  fires  arile 

Within  this  foul  of  mine.  Verfe 


z5o       PSALM     CXIX. 

Verfe  133. 

4  Order  ray  footfteps  by  thy  word, 

And  make  ray  hejrt  fincere  : 
Let  fin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 
But  keep  my  corfcience  dear. 
Verfe  176. 

5  My  foul  hath  gone  too  far  aftray, 

My  -feet  too  often  flip  j 
Yet  fince  I've  not  forgot  thy  way 
Reftore  thy  wand'ring  ihee?. 

6  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands, 

'Tis  a  delightful  road  j 
Nor  let  my  head,  nor  heart,  nor  handi, 
Offend  againft  my  God. 

PSALM     119.     Twelfth  Part. 

Breathing  after  C6t?:fcrt  and  Deliverance* 

Verfe   153. 

1  TV/TY  God,  confider  my  diftrefs, 
1AJL  Let  mercy  plead  my  caufe  ; 
Though  I  have  finn'd  againft  thy  grace. 

I  ne'er  forget  thy  law». 

Verfe  S9,   116. 

2  Forbid,  forbid  the  fharp  reproach, 

Which  I  fo  juftly  fear  ; 
Uphold  my  life,    uphold  my  hope, 
Nor  let  my  fhame  appear. 
Verfe    122,   135. 

3  Be  thou  a  furety,  Lord,  for  me, 

Nor  let  the  proud  opprefs; 
But  make  thy  waiting  fervant  fee 
The  minings  of  thy  face. 
Verfe  81. 

4  My  eyes  wi*h  expectation  fail ; 

My  heart  within  me  cries, 
«  When  will  the  Lerd  his  truth  fulfil,, 
(i  And  bid  my  comforts  rife" 


Verfe   132. 
5  Look  down  upon  my  forrows,  Lord, 
And  fhcw  thy  grace  the  lane  j 
Thy  tender  merciei  ftill  afford 
To  thofe  that  love  thy  name. 

PSALM      119.      Thirteenth  Parti 

Holy  Fear,  and  Tendernefs  of  Confcienct* 

Verfe  10. 

1  1X/1TH  my  whole  heart  Pte  fought  thy  face, 

VV       O  let  me  never  ftray 
From  thy  commands,  O  God  of  grace, 
Nor  tread  the  finner's  way. 
Verfe   11. 

2  Thy  word  I've  hid  within  my  heart, 

To  keep  my  conkience  clean, 
And  be  my  everlafting  guard 
From  ev'ry  riling  dn. 

Veifc  63,  53,  158. 

3  I'm  a  companion  of  the  faints, 

Who  fear  and  love  the  Lord  ; 
My  forrows  rife,  my  nature  faints, 
When  men  tranfgrefs  thy  word. 
Verfe   161,   163. 

4  While  Tinners  do  thy  gofpel  wrong, 

My  fpirit  ltands  in  awe  $ 
My  foul  abhofs  a  lying  Icngue. 
I3ut  loves  thy  righteous  law. 
Verfe   161,    120. 

5  My  heart  with  facted  rcvVence  hears 

The  threat'nings  of  thy  word  j 
My  riem  with  holy  trembling  fears 
The  judgments  of  the  Lord. 
Verfe   166,    174, 

6  My  God,  I  long,   I  hope,  I  watt 

For  thy  falvarion  ft«l! ; 
While  thy  whole  law  is  my  de'^ht, 

And  I  obey  thy  will.  PSALM 


P  S  A  L  M     CXI 

PSALM      no.      Fourteenth  Part. 
Bereft  of  AfjilElizr.iy  and  ■ 

.    Bi. 
z    /CONSIDER  a.l  my  forrows,  Lord, 
\^j     A.wl  thy 

Illy  fjul  for  thy  fclva'ion  fl!       , 
When  will  my  troubles  cod  ! 
Verfe 
z  Yet  I  have  found  *cis  goud  for  me 
To  bear  my  Fatl 
AnTicYiom  made  me  learn  thy  lawt 
And  live  upon  oJy  Go:, 
Verfc   5c. 
3  This  is  the  comfort  I  enjoy 
Wl  tfa  begins  : 

I  read  thy  word,  I  run  thy  wiy, 
And  hate  my  former  fins. 
Vttfe  92. 
4.  Had  not  thy  word  been  my  defght 
When  earthly  j  jj  were 
My  foul,  oppreft  with  forrc' 

Had  funk  amongft  the 

Verfe  75. 

5  I  know  thy  judgments,  Lo*d,  are  right, 

Though  they  may  fcem  feve:e  j 
The  fharpeft  fuf? 'rings  I  endure 
Flow  from  thy  faithful  1 
Verfe  67. 

6  Before  I  knew  thychaiVoing  rod, 

My  feet  were  apt  to  flray  5 
But  now  I  learn  to  k*ep  thy  word, 
Nor  wander  from  thy  way* 

P   S   A   L  M      119.      Fifcrr.il  Part. 
Holy  —•Verfe  r> 

l   f\H  that  thy  ftatntes  cv'ry  hour, 
W     Might  dweil  upon  my  mind  ! 
Thence  I  derive  a  quick'ning  powV, 
Ar4d  daily  ptace  I  fin*.  Vcrf 


f  J)  A  L.  M     CAVA. 

Verfe  1 5,  1 6. 
meditate  thy  precept*,  Lord, 
Shall  be  try  fweet  emp  oy  ; 
My  foul  (ball  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 
Thy  word  is  all  my  joy. 
Verfc  32. 

3  How  would  I  run  in  thy  corrmands, 

If  thcu  my  heart  discharge 
From  fin  and  fatan's  hateful  chains, 
And  fet  my  feet  at  large  ! 
Vcrfe  13,  46. 

4  My  lips  with  courage  (hall  declare 

Thy  ftatutes  and  thy  namej 
IT  fpeak  thy  word  tho1  kings  mould  hear. 
Nor  yield  to  finful  flume. 
Veife  61,  69*  70. 

5  Let  bands  of  perfecutors  rife 

To  10b  me  of  my  right, 
Let  pride  and  malice  forge  their  lits. 
Thy  law  is  my  de 

VerJe  115. 
6   Depart  from  me,  ye  wicked  race, 
Whofe  hands  and  he<:r.s  are  ill : 
I  love  my  God,  I  love  h's  ways, 
And  muftobcj  his  wiii. 

P   S    A   L   M      119.     Sixteenth  T. 
Prayer  for  quickening  Grace, 

Verfc^s,  37. 
I   TV  AY  foul  lies  cleaving  to  the  cuft: 
\y X      Lord,  give  me  life  divide  j 
From  vain  defires  and  ev'ry  lull 
Turn  0.:  thele  eyca  of  mine. 
z  I  need  the  influence  of  thygrac2 
To  ipeed  me  in  thy  way, 
l.cfx  I  lhould  loiterin  my  race, 
Or  turn  my  feet  aftray. 

Y  Vcrfe 


»54        PSALM     CXIX. 

Verfe  107. 

3  When  fore  afflictions  prefa  me  down, 

I  need  thy  quick'ning  pow'ra  j 
Thy  word  that  I  hare  refted  on 
Shall  help  my  heavieft  hours, 
Verfe  156,  40. 

4  Are  not  thy  mercies  fovVeign  ft!]!, 

And  thou  a  faithful  God  ? 
Wilt  thou  not  grant  me  warmer  zeal 
To  run  the  heavenly  road  ? 
Verfe  159,  40. 

5  Does  not  my  heart  thy  precepts  love, 

And  long  to  fee  thy  face  ? 
And  yet  how  flow  my  fpirita  move 
Without  enliv'ning  grace. 
Verfe  93. 

6  Then  mall  I  love  thy  gofpel  more, 

And  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 
When  I  have  felt  its  quick'ning  pow'r 
To  draw  me  near  the  Lord. 

PSALM      119.      Seventeenth  Parr, 

Grace  ftining  in  Difficulties  and  Trials, 

Verfe  143,  28. 

1  T  T  7HEN  pain  and  anguifti  feize  me,  Lord 

v  V     All  my  fupport  is  from  thy  word  : 
My  foul  diflolves  for  heavinefs  $ 
Uphold  mc  with  thy  ftrength'nisg  grace, 
Verfe  51,  69,  100. 

2  The  proud  have  framed  their  feoffs  ar.d  lies, 
They  watch  my  feet  with  envious  ejes, 
They  lempt  my  foul  to  fnares  and  fin  5 
Yet  thy  commands  I  ne'er  decline. 

Vtrh  161,  78, 

3  They  hate  me,  Lord,  without  a  caufe, 
Tkoy  hate  to  fee  me  love  thy  laws ! 
But  1  will  truft  and  fezr  thy  name, 
Till  pride  and  malice  die  with  fhame, 

P  S   AI 


!] 


PSALM     CXIX,  CXX.     2$5 

PSALM      119.     Laft  Part. 
mSfed  Jjffli&ioM  j   or,  Delight  in  the  Word  of  God, 
Vcrfc  67,  59. 

1  TT^ATHER,  1  bicfs  thy  gentle  hand  ; 
J^       Ilow  kind  was  thy  chaftifing  rod, 
That  forcM  my  confcience  to  a  ftand, 
And  brought  my  wand'ring  foul  to  God  ! 

2  Foolim  and  vain,  I  went  aftray, 
Ere  I  had  fe't  thy  fcomges,  Lord, 
I  left  my  guide,  and  loft  my  way  j 
But  now  I  love  and  keep  thy  word. 

Vcrfe  71. 

3  'Tis  good  for  me  to  wear  the  yoke, 
For  pride  is  apt  to  rif;  ar.d   fwell; 
Tig  good  to  bear  my  Father's  ^roke, 
That  I  might  learn  his  ftatutes  well. 

Vcrfe  72. 

4  The  law  that  iflues  from  thy  mouth, 
Shall  r*ife  my  cheerful  pafl5on6  more 
Than  all  the  treafures  of  the  fouth, 
Or  richelt  hills  of  go'den  wre. 

Verfe  73- 

5  Thy  hands  have  made  my  mortal  frame, 
Thy  fpirit  form'd  my  foul  within  : 
Teach  me  to  know  thy  wond'rous  name, 
And  guard  me  fafe  from  death  and  fin. 

Vcrfe  74. 

6  Then  all  that  love  and  fear  the  Lord 
At  my  falvtion  mall  rejoice  $ 

For  1  have  trufted  in  thy  woH, 
And  made  thy  grace  my  only  choice. 
PSALM     120. 
Complaint  of  quarrelfome  Neighbours  ;   or,  a  dtvout 
HTtfb  for  Peace. 
HOU  God  of  love,  thou  e?cr  blefl, 
Pity  my  lufTriog  ilate  \ 
When  wiL  thou  fet  my  foul  at  reil, 

From  lips  that  love  deceit  ?  2  Hard 


1    *T»I 


r}t,        P  S  A  L  M    CXXI. 

2   Hatd  lot  of  mine  !  my  days  are  caft 
Among  the  fons  of  ftrife, 
Wfcofe  never  cealing  quarrels  wade 
My  golden  hours  or  life. 
2   Oh  mieht  I  fly  to  change  my  place, 
1 1 o  w  v/o  u  I  j  I  c  h  o  3 fc  to  d  w  el  1 
In  fjme  wide  lonefcme  wildernefs, 
And  lea.e  thefe  gates  of  hell  ! 

4  Peace  is  the  blefting  that  I  feck, 

How  lovely  aie  ics  charms  ! 
I  am  for  peace  ;  but  when  1  fpeak, 
They  ail  declare  for  arms. 

5  New  paffions  (till  their  fouls  engage, 

And  ke?p  their  malice  ftrong  : 
What  /hall  ,Ve  done  to  curb  thy  rage, 
O  thou  devouring  tongue  ! 

6  Should  burning  arrows  fmite  thee  thro', 

S  net  jufti:.".  would  approve  $ 
But  I  •vould  rather  fparc  my  foe, 
And  melt  his  heart  with  lov. 
PSALM      in.     Long  Metre. 
Divine  Prote3ioa. 
i    J  7  P  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
\~J    Thv  eternal  hihs  beyond  the  fkies  $ 
Thence  all  her  help  my  fc  ul  derives  ; 
There  my  almighty  refuge  lives. 

2  H«  lives,  the  everlasting  God 

Tint  built  the  world,  that  fprea<*  the  fload  j 
The  heav'as,  with  ail  their  hoft  he  maae, 
And  the  dark  regions  of  the  dead. 

3  He  guid-s  our  feet,  he  guards  our  way  3 
His  morning  fmiles  adorn  the  day  : 

He  fpreads  the  ev'ning  vei',   and  keeps 
The  fiient  hour3  while  lfr'el  Uceos. 

4  lfr'el,  2  name  divinely  bleft, 
*vliiy  rile  fecure,   fecurely  red  j 
Thy  h     v  guardian's  wakeful  eyes 

Admit  aj  (lumber,  nor  furprifc.  5  No 


PSALM     CXXI.        2jj 

Mo  fun  fhall  fmite  thy  head  by  ray, 
Nor  the  pal*  moon  with  fickly  ray 
Shall  blaft  thy  couch  ;  no  baleful  flar 
Dart  his  malignant  fire  fo  far. 
Should  earth  and  hrll  with  rmlice  burn, 
Still  thou  malt  go,  and  ftil!  return  ; 
Safe  in  the  Lord  !   his  heat'nly  care 
Defends  thy  life  from  ev'ry  fnarc. 
On  the  fcul  fpirits  have  no  pow'r^ 
And  in  thy  laft  departing  hour, 
Angels  that  trace  theai  /  roac, 
Shail  bear  thee  homeward  to  thy  God. 
PSALM     121.    Common    Metre. 
Prefervathn  by  Day  and  N'tght* 

TO  heaj'n  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes, 
There  all  my    ■  'pes  ~re  laid  j 
The  Lord  tl.at  bui.t  the  earth  and  fkies 
Is  my  perpetual   aid. 

Their  fodfift  feet  fhall  never  fall, 

Whom  he  defigns  to  keep  ; 
His  ear  attends  the  foftcft   call  j 

His  eye^  can  never  ileep. 
He  will  fuftain  oar  weakeft  pow'rs 

With  his  almighty  arm, 
And  watch  our  znoft  unguarded  hours 

Againft  furprifing  harm. 
Iff 'el  rejoice,  end  reft  fecurs, 

Thy  keener  is  the  Lord  ; 
His  wakeful  eyes  employ  his  pow'r 

For  thine  eternal  guard. 
Nor  fcorching  fun,   nor  nckly  moon, 

Shall  have  its  ieave  to  (mite  ) 
He  fhields  thy  head  from  burning  no.):., 

From  blading  damps  at 
i  He  puirds  thy  foul,   he  keeps  thy  breath, 

Where  thickefl  dangers  come  : 
Go  and  return,  lecure  from  dearth, 

Till  God  commands  tbtC  home 

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PSALM     121.     As  the  148th  Pfalm. 
God  our  Prefer'ver, 

1  T  TPWARD  I  life  mine  eyes, 
\J    From  God  is  all  my  aid  5 

The  God  that  built  the  (kies, 
And  earth  and  natuie  made  ; 

God  is  the  tow'r 

To  which  I  fly  j 

His  grace  is  nigh 

Jn  ev'ry  hour. 

2  My  feet  Hull  never  Hid;, 
A  :i  fall  in  fatal  fnares, 
Since  God  my  guard  and  guide. 
Defends  me  from  my  fears. 

Thofe  wakeful  eyes 
That  never  Jleep, 
Shall  Ifr'el  keep 
When  dangers  rife. 

3  No  burning  heats  by  day, 
Nor  blaftsof  ev'ning  air, 
Shall  take  my  health  away, 
If  Gcd  be  with  me  there  j 

Thou  arc  my  fun, 
And  thou  my  (hade, 
To  guard  my  head 
By  night  or  neon. 

4  Haft  thou  not  giv'n  thy,  word 
To  fave  my  foul  from  death  ? 
And  I  can  truft  my  Lord 

To  keep  my  mortal  breith  : 
I'll  go  and  come, 
Ncr  fear  to  die, 
Till  from  on  high 
Thou  call  enc  home* 

PSALM 


PSALM     CXXIL       2  jo 

PSALM     122.     Common  Metre, 
G:ir.g  to   Church. 

I    T  TOW  did  my  hear:  rejoice  to  hear 
My  friends  devoutly  fay, 
*'  In  Zim  let  us  all  appear 
"  A*d  keep  the  foUm*  dtfm" 
z  I  love  the  gates,  I  love  the  road  ; 
The  church  adorn'd  with  grace, 
Stands  like  a  palace  built  for  God 
To  (hew  his  milder  face. 

3  Up  to  her  courts  with  joy  unknown 

The  holy  tribes  repair  ; 
The  Son  of  David  holds  his  throne 
And  fits  in  judgment  there. 

4  He  hears  our  prail'es  and  complaints  j. 

And  while  his  awful  voice 
Divides  the  linners  from  the  faints, 
We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

5  Peace  be  within  this  facred  place, 

And  joy  a  conilant  gueft  ! 
With  holy  gifts  and  heav'nJy  grace 
Be  her  attendants  bled  ! 

6  My  foul  mall  pray  for  Zion  dill, 

While  life  or  breath  remains} 
Triers  my  beft  friends,  my  kindred  dwell, 
There  God  my  Saviour  reigns. 

PSALM     i22.     Proper  Tune, 
Going  to  Church* 

i    TTOW  pleas'd  and  blefs'u  was  I, 
XjL   To  hear  the  people  cry, 

Come,    let  us  feek    our  God  to  day  I 
Yes,   with  a  cheerful  zeal 
We  hafte  to  Zion's  hill, 
And  there  our  vowa  and  honours  pay. 

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«6o        P  S  A  L  M    CXXIII. 

2  Zion,  thrice  happy  place, 
Adorn'd  with  wond'rous  grace, 

And  wails  of  ftre-jgth  embrace  thee  round  j 
In  thee  our  tribes  appear 
To  pray,  and  praife,  and  hear 

The  facred  gofpel's  joyful  found. 

3  There  David's  greater  Son 
Has  nVd  his  royal  throne, 

He  fits  for  grace  and  judgment  there  3 
He  bids  the  raints  be  glad, 
He  makes  the  tfnner  (ad, 

And  humble  fouls  rejoice  with  fear. 

4  May  peace  atteni  thy  gate, 
And  joy  within  thee  wait, 

To  blefj  the  foul  of  ev'ry  gueft  ; 
The  man  that  feeks  thy  peace, 
And  wifhes  thine  increafe, 

A  thoufand  bleffings  on  him  rtft! 

5  My  tongue  repeats  her  vowi, 
Peace  to  this  facred  boufe  ! 

For  here  my  frien^    and  k'ndred  dwell  5 
And  fince  my  glorious  God 
Makes  thee  his  beft  abode, 

My  foul  mail  ever  love  thee  well. 

[Repeat  the  ^tb  Stanza  to  umplete  the  Tune*] 

PSALM     123. 
Pleading  iv'itb    Submiffion, 
Thou  whofe  grace  and  juftice  reign 


o 


Enthr^r/d  above  the  fkiep, 
To  thee  our  hearts  would  tell  their  pain, 
To  thee  we  lift  our  eye?. 
2  As  fervants  watch  their  matter's  hand, 
And  fear    he  angry  ftroke  ! 
Or  nmids  brfcre  their  miftrefs  fland, 
And  wait  a  peaceful  look : 


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P  S  A  L  M     CXXIV.      26 1 

3  So  for  our  fins  we  juftly  feci 

Thy  difciplinc,   O  God  ; 
Yet  wait  the  gracious  mom;nt  dill, 
Till  thou  remove  the  rod. 

4  Thofe  that  in  wealth  and  pleafure  live, 

Our  daily  groans  deride, 
And  thy  delays  of  mercy  give 
Freih  courage  to  their  pridi. 

5  Our  foes  inf.ilt  us,  but  ou:  hope 

In  thy  companion  lies ; 
This  thought  lkall  bear  our  fpirits  up, 
That  God  will  not  defpife. 

PSALM     124.     Common  Metre. 

God  givts   Victory. 

1    7JAD  not  the  God  0/  truth  and  love, 
iTJ.      When  hoib  againii  us  rofc, 
Difphy'd  his  veng'ance  from  above, 
And  crufh'd  the  conq'ring  foes  j 
1  Their  armies  like  a  raging  Hoed 
Hafcl  fwept  the  guardieis  bifid, 
Deftroy'd  on  earth  his  blert  abode, 
Anu  whdm'd  our  feeble  band. 

3  Cut  fare  beneath  his  foreadiag  :.:icld 

His  foes  fecurely  rt.^, 
Defy  the  dan^eis  of  the  field, 
And  bear  the  isarleis  breaft. 

4  And  :iow  cur  foul  ihall  blefs  the  Lord, 

Who  broke  the  deadly  fnare  j 
Who  lav'd  us  from  the  ■mi<tfriof  fwoid, 
And  made  our  lives  his  ea  .. 

5  Our  help  is  in   Jehovah's  name, 

V*  ho  form'ti  the  heav'na  above  ; 
Hi  that  fu;-por:s  their  wond'ious  frame 
Can  gaud  his  church  by  love. 

PSALM 


•62        PSALM    CXXV. 

PSALM     125.     Common  Metre- 
The  Saint's  Trial  and  Safety. 

1  TTNSHAKEN  as  the  facred  hill, 
*^  And  firm  as  mountains  ftand, 
Firm  as  a  rock  the  foul  lhall  reft, 

That  trufts  th"  almighty  hand. 

2  Not  walls  nor  hi  III  could  guard  fo  well 

Old  Salem's  hippy  ground, 

As  thefe  eternal  arms  of  love, 

That  ev'ry  faint  furround. 

3  While  tyrants  are  a  fmarting  fecurge 

To  drive  them  near  to  God, 
Divine  companion  will  a;Vuage 
The  fury  of  the  roc. 

4  Deal  gently,  Lord,   with  fouls  fincere, 

And  lead  them  faftly  on 
To  the  bright  gates  of  Paradife, 
Where  Chrift  the  Lord  is  gone. 

5  But  if  we  trace  thofe  crooked  wayi 

That  the  oid  ferpent  drew, 
The  wrath  that  drove  him  firft  to  hell, 
Shall  finite  his  foilow'rs  too. 

PSALM     125,     Short  Metre. 

The  Saint's  Trial  and  Safety  j  cr,  moderated  Afflicli^s^ 

1  TJMRM  and  unmot'd  are  they, 
X1       That  reft  their  fouls  on  God  : 
Firm  as  the  mount  where  David  dwelt* 

Or  where  the  ark  abode, 

2  As  mountains  ftood  to  guard 

The  city's  facred  ground, 

So  God  and  his  almighty  love 

Embrace  his  faints  around. 

3  What  tho'  the  Father's  rod 

Drop  a  chaftifing  ilrokf, 
Yet  le.*  it  wound  their  fouls  too  deep, 

Its  fury  lhall  be  broke.  4  Deal 


PSALM     CXXVI.       s63 

4  Deal  gently,   Lord,  with  thofe 

Whofe  faith  and  pious  fear, 
Whofe  hope  ^nd  love,  and  ev'ry  grace, 
Proclaim  their  hearts  fincere. 

5  Nor  fhall  thetjrar.'.'s  rage 

Too  long  opprefs  the  faint  j 
The  God  of  I fr'cl  will  fupporc 
His  children,  led  they  faint. 
6.  But  if  our  flavifh  fear 

Will  choofc  the  road  to  hr]J, 
We  mml  ex  peel  our  portion  therc> 
Where  bolder  finners  dwell. 

PSALM    126.     Long  Metre. 
Svrprifwg  Deliverance* 
j   XT  THEN  God  reftor'd  our  captive  (late, 
VV     Joy  wasourfong,  and  grace  our  theme* 
The  grace  beyond  our  hopes   fo  great, 
That  joy  appear' d  a  pleahng  dream. 

2  The  fcofferowns  thy  hand,  and  pays 
Unwilling  honours  to  thy  name  5 
While  we  with  pleafure  fhout  thy  praile, 
Which  cheerful  notes  thy  love  proclaim. 

3  When  we  review  our  difmal  fearr, 
'Twas  heard   to  think  they'll  vanim  (o  ; 
With  God  we  left  our  flowing  tears, 
He  makes  our  joys  like  rivers  flow. 

4  The  man  that  in  his  furrow'd  field, 
His  fcatter'd  feed  with  fadnefs  leaves, 
Will  fliout  to  fee  the  harveft  yield 

A  welcome  load  of  joyful  /heaves. 

PSALM     126.     Common  Metre. 
The  Joy  of  a  remarkaole   Converfion  ;   or,  Melancholy 
removed. 
1    ^X/HEN  God  reveal'd  his  grac'ous  name, 
V  ▼         And  chang'd  my  mournful  ftate, 
My  rapture  feem'd  a  pleafing  dream, 

The  grace  appeared  fo  great.  a  The 


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264     P  S  A  L  M     CXXVII. 

2  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change, 

And  did  thy  hand  confef;  j 
IMy  tongue  broke  out  in  unknown  drains, 
And  fung  furpriling  grace. 

3  w  Great  is  the  work,  my  neighbours  cry'd, 

And  own  the  power  divine  j 
"  Great  is  the  work,   my  heart  reply'd, 
11  And  be  the  glory  thine" 

4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  d*rked  fkies, 

Can  give  us  day  for  night; 
Malic  drops  of  facred  forrow  rife 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

5  Let  thofethatfow  in  fadnefs  wait 

Till  the  fair  harveft  come, 
They  mall  confefs  their  (heaves  are  great> 
And  lliout  the  bleffings  home. 

6  Tho'  feed  lie  bur)'d  in  the  duft, 

It  fxian't  deceive  their  hope  j 
The  precious  grain  can  ne'er  be  loft, 
For  grace  infures  the  crop. 
PSALM     127.     Long  Metre. 
cfbc  Bkfp.ngs  of  God  on  the  Bujinsfs  and  Comforts  of  Life 

1  IF  God  fucceed  nor,  all  the  coir 
1    And  pains  to  build  the  houfe  are  loft. 
If"  God  the  city  will  not  keep, 
The  watchful  guards  as  well  may  deep. 

2  What  tho'  we  rife  before  the  fun, 
And  work  and  toil  when  day  is  done, 
Careful  and  fparing  eat  our  bread,  * 
To  fliun  that  poverty  we  dread  : 

3  'Tis  all  in  vain,  till  God  hath  bleft, 
He  can  make  rich,  yet  give  us  reft  ; 
On  God,  our  fov'reign,  ftill  depends 
Our  joy  in  children  and  in  friends. 

4  Happy  the  man  to  whom  he  fends 
Obedient  children,  faiiftful  friends  ! 
How  fweet  our  daily  comforts  prove, 
When  they  arc  feafon'd  with  his  love. 

PSALA! 


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PSALM     127.     Common  M< 

(7ci  ^//  :»  All. 

1  TF  God  to  bu;H  the  houfe  deny, 
Jl  The  builders  work  in  vain  $ 
And  towns  without  hi;  wakeful  eye, 

An  i-feJcfs  w#tch  mniaCaio. 

2  Before  the  morning  beams  an'fe, 

I  p;.:n;ul  « 
And  ti  1  ihe  ftan  z»',<:Dd  the  fkiet, 
Your  tircfome  toil  pHifue. 

3  Short  be  your  fieep,  and  cfiarfe  ycur  fire  ±> 

In  rain  rili  God  hzs  h\cCc  5 
But  if  his  (miles  attend  ycur  care, 
You  fhrfli  have  food  an4  reft. 

4  Nor  chid* en,  relati?0f9  nor  fi lends, 

6fca.il  real  blerHngd  vr?\t, 
Nor  ail  the  earthly  jeys  he  feat's, 
lr  lent  without  his  Jove. 

PSALM      128. 
Flaw/) 

*•  /^\  Harpy  man,   m  hcl'e  1  :il  I?  2. 
V^      Wiih  zeal  and  [reVren4  awe! 
His  lips  to  God  their  honours  yield, 
His  life  adorns  the 
1  A  careful  providence  fha;l  f4: 
And  ever  guard  thy  h   . 

i'  .-n  the  i't  „nd 

Its  Kindly  bleflingl 

3  Thv  \'r.e  ; 

.. 

n  'o  tear  the  Lcrd. 

4  The  ;  , 

The  '.  9 

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266      P  S  A  L  M     (  \ 

5  Tlva  is  the  man  whcfe  happy  eyei 
Shail  feehishoufe  increase, 
Shall  fee  the  finking  church  ar'fe, 
Then  have  the  world  in  peace. 

PSALM     129. — Psrfecutors  purified, 

1  TIP  from  my  youth  may  Ifr'el  lay, 
\J      Have  1  been  nurs*d  in  tean  j 

IvJy  griefs  were  conftant  as  the  day, 
And  tedious  as  the  years. 

2  Up  from  my  youth  I  bore  the  rage 

Of  all  the  fons  of  ftrife  ; 
Ofc  they  aflaird  my  riper  age, 
But  God  preferv'd  my  life. 

3  O'er  all  my  frame  their  cruel  dart 

its  painful  wounds  imprefs'd  5 
Hourly  they  vex\i  my  painful  heart, 
Nor  let  their  forrows  reft. 

4  The  Lord  grew  angry  on  his  throne, 

And  with  impartial  eye, 
Meafur'd  the  mifchiefs  they  had  done, 
Then  let  his  arrows  fly. 

5  How  was  their  infolence  furpris'd, 

To  hear  his  thunders  roll ! 

And  all  the  foes  of  Zion  feiz'd 

With  horror  to  the  foul. 

6  Thus  ftall  the  men  that  hate  the  faints, 

Be  blaiied  from  the  fky  j 
Theii  glory  fades,  their  courage  faints, 
And  all  their  profpecls  die. 

7  [What  tho'  they  flourifh  tall  and  fair, 

They  have  no  root  beneath  j 
Their  growth  mall  perlfh  in  defpair, 
And  lie  defpis'd  in  death.] 

8  So  corn  that  on  the  houfe-top  ftands, 

No  hope  of  har  eft  gives  j 
The  reapc  ne'e    fh?ll  fill  his  handi, 
Nor  binder  fold  the  fheaves, 

PSALl 


PSALM     CXXX. 

PSALM     130.     Common  Metre. 

Parfi'or.ir.j  Grace, 

^UT  of  the  deeps  of  Jong  diri 
The  borden  of  defpair, 
I  fent  my  cries  to  feek.  thy  grace, 
My  gjoans  to  move  thine  ear.    . 
z  Great  God  !    mould  thy  fcverer  eje, 
I  thine  impairia'  hand, 
Mark  and  revenge  iniquity. 
No  mortal  ildh  could  (land. 
-   En*  there  are  pardons  with  my  God, 
For  crimes  of  high  degree ; 
Thv  Son  has  bought  them  with  his  blood, 
To  draw  us  near  to  thee. 

4  [I  wait  foT  thy  f.!vati  n,  Lord, 

With  ftrong  defir-s  I  wait; 
My. foul,  invited  by  thy  ftotd, 
Stanas  watching  at  thj  gate] 

5  [Juft  as  the  guar-'*  that  keep  the  night 

Long  rot  the  morn  ag  flue*, 
Watch  the  tirir  hearts  of  breaking  light, 
And  meet  thsm  with  their  eyes : 

6  So  waits  my  foul  to  fee  thy  grace, 

And  more  intent  than  they, 
Meeti  the  fiitt  op'nings  of  thy  face, 
And  finds  a  bri^h'cr  cay.] 

7  Then  in  the  Lord  Jet  Ifr'el  truir, 

Let  Ifr'el  feek  his  face  ; 
The  Lord  is  good  as  well  as  juft, 

And  plenteous  in  his  grace. 
There's  full  redemption  at  his  throne 

For  finners  long  en 
The  great  Redeemer  is  h':$  Son, 

Andlfr'ci  fall  be  fav'd. 

PSALM 


2Cb  P  S  A  L  M  cxxx,  ex; 

PSALM    130.     Long  Metre. 
Pardcnlr.g  Cracs* 
3    Tj^ROM  deepdiftrefs  and  troubled  thoughts^ 
£/    To  thee,  my  God,  I  raisM  ray  cries  : 
If  th^u  feverely  mark  our  faults, 

.hi  can  ftand  before  thine  eyes. 
1  But  thou  hait  built  thy  throne  cf  grace 
Fee  to  cifrenfe  thy  pardons  there, 
That  tinners  may  approach  thy  free, 
Ai]d  hope,  and  love,  as  well  as  fear* 

3  As  the  benighted  pilgrims  wait, 
And  lock  and  w'.ih  for  breaking  day  j 
Sn  waits  my  foul  lafcre  thy  gate  5 
When  will  my  God  his  face  difplay  ! 

4  My  truft  h  nVd  upon  thy  word, 
Nor  fhali  I  truft  thy  word  in  vain  : 
Let  mourning  fouls  addrcis  the  Lord., 
And  finJ  relief  rrom  ail  the:r  pain. 

5  Great  is  his  Jcve,  and  large  hisgrace,. 
Thro"  the  redemption  of  his  Sen  : 
He  turns  our  feet  £om  finful  ways, 
And  pardons  what  our  hands  have  done* 

PSALM     131. 

Humility  and  SubmiJfion% 

1  TS  there  ambition  11  my  heart? 
X      Starch,  gracious  God,  and  fee ; 
Or  do  I  aft  a  haughty  part  ? 

Lo>r,  I  appeal  10  thee. 

2  I  charge  my  thoughts,  be  humble  fti.J> 

And  all  my  carriage  mJd  ; 
Content,  my  Father,  with  thy  will, 
And  peaceful  as  a  child. 

3  The  patient  fou),  the  lowly  mind, 

Shall  have  ?.  krge  rev;  ad  : 
Let  faints  in  furrow  iie  refign'd, 
.  I       :rul  Lord. 

PSALM 


P  S  A  L  M     CXXXII.     269 

P   S   A  L  M      132.    5,   13— iS.   Long  Mitre. 
At  the  Settlement  of  a  Church  ;   or,  tht  Of 

Mr:. 

1  IT  THERE  (hall  we  go  to  feek  and  find 

W     An  habitation  for  cur  God  ? 

A  dwelling  for  th*  eternal  r,\ 
Arrong  the  Tons  or"  rTefh  and  blood  ! 

2  The  God  of  Jacob  chofe  the  bill 
Of  Zion  for  nil  ancient  reft  J 
And  Zion  is  his  dwelling  ft'.II  ; 

His  church  is  with  his  preience  bleftt 

3  Here  I  will  fix  my  gracious  throne, 
And  reign  for  ever,  faith  the  Lore  ; 
Here  mall  my  pow'r  and  love  be  known, 
And  blefiings  (hall  attend  my  word. 

4  Here  will  I  meet  the  hungry  poor, 
And  fill  their  fouls  with  fifing  bread  ; 
Sinners  that  wait  before  my  door, 
With  fweet  provi/ions  mall  be  fe<3. 

5  Gird;d  with  truth,  and  cloth'd  with  grace, 
My  iTiefbj  my  minifters  (hail  lhiue  j 

Not  Aaron  in  his  coiV.y  dreCs 
Appears  lb  glorious  and  divine. 

6  The  faints,  unable  fo  contain 
Their  joy,  mill  fnnut  and  ';r 

:  1  here  will  rdgOf 
I  Zion  triumph  in  her  King. 

7  Jefus  fnall  fee  a  oumYm  feed 

Bom  hare  t*  uph  mc  j 

Hk3  crown  ihall  flour  ifh  ••-.  .    1     -     , 
Whiir  ail  his  foes  are  cloth'd  with  fhsme. 
P  S  A  L  M     132.    4,  5,  7,  3,  15,  17.   C.  Metre. 
A  C 
I    r  TVTO  rteep  nor  liumbt; 

LJJ\     G 

A  dwelling  for  the  L. 

\  2  The 


z7o    P  S  A  L  M     CXXXIII. 

a  The  Lor'4  in  Zion  plac'd  his  name, 
H  s    r!c  was  feHed  there  ; 
And  tbe:e  th'  afleaibled  nation  came 
To  worlh:p  thrice  a  year. 

ce  r.t  more  thtfe  toiifome  ways, 
rar  abroad  j 
;*et    h>   people  meet  for  jsraifc, 
There  is  a  hctife  for  God.] 


4  Arife,  O  King  of  grace,  arife, 

And  enter  to  thy  reft  : 
Lo  !   thy  fhurch  waits  with  longing  ejCJ> 
ThLsto  beewn'd  and  bl 

5  Eater  wi  h  ill  thy  glorious  train, 

Thy  Spirit  and  thy  word  j 
Al!  that  the  ark  did  once  contain, 

Could  no  fuch  grace  afford. 
C  Here,  m'ghry  God,  accept  our  vows> 

Here  let  thy  praife  be  fpread  ; 
Blefs  the  rrovir.cns  of  thy  houfe, 

And  rill  thy  pocr  with  bread. 
7  Here  let  the  5on  of  D«»id  reign^ 

Let  God's  Anointed  fhine  ; 
Juilice  and  truth  his  court  maintain, 

With  Irve  and  pow'r  divine. 
S  Here  let  him  hold  a  lafting  throne. 

And  as  his  Jc'ngdom  gr^w:, 
Freli  honours  mail  adorn  his  crown. 

And  fhame  confound  his  foes. 

P  S  A  1  M     733.    Common  Metre; 

Brotherly  Love. 

1   T     O  !   what  an  entertaining  light 
I    /     Tr.ofe  fr'endiy  bre'Jnen  p.ove, 
Whcfe  ;:.eerful  hems  in  bands  u.,:' 

Of  harmory  and  ;ove  !  2  Where 


PSALM     CXXXIII.      27. 

x  Whcft  flreams  ofblifs  from  Chrht  the  r, 
Defcend  en  er'rv 
And  heav  nly  pe^rc  with  balmy  wing 
Shades  and  bedews  the  * 

3  Tis  like  the  oii  dirine'y  fv;eet 

On  Aarca's  rev'rend  be 
The  trickling  dro;s  p»rfum'd  h's  feet, 
And  o'er  his  garments  Spread, 

4  'Tis  plrafant  as  the  morning  devs 

That  fall  on  Zion's  hill, 
Where  Cod  his  miL'eil:  glory  (hews, 
And  makes  Irs  grace  aiftil. 
PSAL  M     133.    Short  Metre. 

CQmixur>'i:-n  cf  Saints  J  or,  Lrvean.i  ff^crjhip  in  Famffji 
1    OLEST  are  the  fans  of  peace, 

MJ     Whofe  hearts  and  hopes  are  one  j 
lolf  kind  Hefigns  to  ferve  and  pleafe 
Thro'  a.l  their  *clions  run. 
z  Eleit  is  the  pious  houfe 

Where  zeal  and  fnendfhipmeec, 
Their  fongs  of  pra'fc,  their  m'ngied  ?ov.i 
Make  their  communion  fweet. 

3  Thus  when  on  Aaron's  hrad 

They  pour'd  the  rich  perfurae, 

The  oil  thro'  ail  his  raiment  fpread, 

And  pleafu.e  fiU'd  the  room. 

4  Thus  on  the  heav  nly  hi'ls 

The  faints  a.c  b.'wft  above, 
Where  joy  like  moi  i    liftils, 

An  1  all  the  air  is  lovi, 
PSALM     13-;.     Ai  the  i22d  Pftlaj, 

7b:   Blfjp-gs   if  FrUr.Jjbip* 


j    T  TO'.V  t3  fee 


L-'rr    and  Glcnda 
.  lua  propei  ftation  move, 
A. id  each  fulfil  his  part 
With  fympatiiifing  hear?, 
I 


.  -    PSALM  CXXXIV,  CXXXV. 

2  'Tis  like  an  ointment  ftied 

On  Aaron's  facred  head, 
DIvinelv  rich,  uivinely  fweet ; 

Tht  (il  thio'  dll  t;.e  room 

D'^ffuiV  a  choice  perfume, 
Ran  thro'  his  rjfes  a,,d  b  eft  his  feet. 

3  Like  ft  u.tful  (how^t  of  rain 

Th*t  wi  'er  all  the  pan, 
Descending  fom  the  neighb'ring  hill3  $ 
Such  ft-c-  m;  c(  p'eafurr  roil 
Thro' evY,  rYivrdly  foci, 
Wherj  love  like  i-^v'nly  dew  diftils. 

[Repeat  the  firft  Stanza  to  complete  the  Tur.c. \ 
F   S   A  L   M     134. 
Daily  and  nightly  Devotion* 
x   "VTE  1.  /mmortal  King, 

I        Attend  i.,-s  holy  nlace  ; 
Bow  to  the  glories  of  his  pew'r, 
And  bit fs  his  wondVuis  giace. 

2  Lift  up  your  hands  by  morning  light, 

And  fend  your  fc-u's  en  high  j 
Raifc  your  admiring  thoughts  by  night 
Above  the  Harry  iky. 

3  The  God  of  Zicn  cheers  our  hearts 

v.s  of  quickVing  grace; 
The  God   hat  fpreads  the  heav'ne  abroad, 
And  ruiei  the  fweliing  feas. 

PSALM  135,  1—4,  19—21.  FirJI  Part.   L,  Met-. 
Tke  Church  ts  GoTs  Houfe  and  Care. 

1  TJRAiSE  ye  the  Lord,  exalt  his  name, 
JL  Whjleiahia  earthly  couits  ye  wait, 
Ye  faints  that  to  his  houfe  bt!ong» 

Or  (land  attending  at  his  gate. 

2  Praife  ye  the  Lord,  the  Lsrd  is  good} 

1  name  is  fweet  employ  : 
lfr'el  he  chofe  of  old,  and  iiiil 
His  church  is  his  peculiar  joy#  3  The 


PSALM    CXXXV.      27 ) 

3  The  Lord  himfelf  will  judge  hit  feints  $ 
He  treats  his  fervants  as  his  friends  $ 
And  when  he  hea;&  iheii  laintff) 

Repents  the  forrows  that  he  fsnd;. 

4  Thro'  ev'ry  age  the  Lord  declares 

His  name,  and  breaks  th' opprefTor's  rod  ; 
He  gives  his  fufT'ring  fervants  reft, 
And  will  be  known  th'  Almighty  God. 

5  Biefs  ye  the  Lord,  who  tafte  his  love, 
People  and  priefts  exalt  his  name  : 
Amonpft  his  faints  he  ever  dwells  j 
His  church  is  hi:  Jeiuulem. 

PSALM     135.     Ver.   5  —  12.  Second  Part. 

The   JVorks  cf  Creation,  P-  ^   ion  of 

Ifrael,  and  DefiruQiou  of  Enemies* 

1    /^  RE  AT  is  the  Lord,  exalted  high 
VjT   Above  all  pow'rs  and  ev'ry  th;one; 
Whatever  he  pleafe  inearth  and  fea, 
Or  heav'n  or  hel.',  his  hand  hath  done. 

1    A.t  his  command  the  vapours  rife, 
The  lightnings  fiafli,  the  thunders  roar  3 
He  pours  the  rain,  he  brings  the  wind 
And  tempsft  from  his  airy  itore. 

3  'Twas  he  theft  dreadful  tokens  fent, 
O  Egypt,  thro'  thy  lrubbo.n  Land  $ 
When  all  thy  rirft-bjrn,  beads  and  1 
Fell  dead  by  his  avenging  hand. 

4  What  mighty  nations*  might)  kings 
He  Hew,  and  then  whole  country  gave 
ToJfrV,  whom  his  hand  reJetaVd, 
No  more  to  be  pro-d  Pharaoh's  Q»  . 

5  Mis  pow'r  tae  Ounej  the  (~r>.£  bil  grace, 
That  fa?es  us  rrosn  inc  bs 

And  heav., 

Whence  the  .  fell. 

PSALM 


PSALM     CXXXV. 

PSALM     135.     Common  Metre. 
Pralf:  due  to  God,  not  to  ldolu 

To  praTe  your  fCfflf 


"A 


V  u-  I'w  :eter1  paHion:  ra 
Vour  pious  p  e  you  fing, 

lncreafirjj,  with  the  pi 

2  Grea' is  the  Lo.dj   am'  works  unknown 

Are  his   lit 
But  ftill  kis  frint*  are  near  his  throne. 
His  t:ea'uie  and  his  jo; . 

3  H-  jv'n,  earth  and  fen  confefs  his  hand  ; 

H*  bids  the  vapours  rife; 
lightning  und  ftorn  ..:  his  command 

S*veep  tino'  th    foun   ;ng  fkiea. 
•4  All  powV  '.hat  gecser  kings  have  clainVd3 

Is  found    -:  h  bun  aicne  $ 
But  heathen  gods* lhoui*1  ne'er  be  nanTd 

Where  oui  Jehovah's  known, 

5  Which  <f  the  flecks  and  ftones  they  tr»£, 

Can  give  them  fhsw'rs  of  rain  ? 
In  vain  they  w-  r/htp  ^lifi'ing  duft> 
And  pray  to  Gcd  in  vain. 

6  Their  gcd6  hive  tongues  that  fpcechlefs  prove, 

Such  as  their  m  ke.-s  gave  : 
Their  feet  weie  never  formed  to  move, 
Nor  hands  have  pow'r  to  fave. 

7  Blind  are  their  eyes,  their  ears  are  deaf, 

N<"-  h;-ar  when  mortals,  pray  j 

Mortal:,  that  wait  for   their  reiief, 

£re  blind  *nd  deaf  as  they, 

8  Ye  nations,  know  the  living  God, 

Serve  him  with  fai:h  and  fear  3 
He  makes  the  churches  his  abode, 
And  claims  your  honours  there. 

PSALM 


P  S  A  L  M    CXXXVI. 

PSALM     136.    C •  mrnon   Metre. 

"orders  {fCreatitn,  Providenc r,  Redemption  of 
Ifrzel,   and  Salvatitn  of  his  Pciple, 
1    /^  IVE  thanks  to  Gcd,  the  fov'reign  Lord  j 
VJ     His  mercies  fill  endure  ; 
And  be  the  ftiog  of  kings  ador'd  5 
His  truth  is  ever  Jure* 
z  What  wonders  hath  his  w:fdom  done ! 
11 91x3  mighty  is  his  band  ! 
HeiVn,  earth  and  Tea  he  fram'd  alone  : 
How  wide  is  his  command ! 

3  The  fun  fupplies  the  day  with  light : 

How  bright  his  counfels  Jhine  ! 
The  moon  and  ft*rs  adorn  the  night : 
His  works  are  all  divine  ! 

4  [He  ftruck  the  fall  of  Egypt  dead  ; 

How  dreadful  is  his  rod  ! 
And  thence  with  joy  h's  people  led  : 
How  gracious  is  our  God  ! 

5  He  e'eft  the  fwelling  fea  in  two  5 

His  arm  is  great  in  mi? 
And  gave  the  tribes  a  paflagt  thro* ; 
His  pow^r  and  grace  unite. 
5  But  Pharaoh's  army  there  he  drown'd  5 
Hotv  glorious  are  lis  ways  ! 
And  brought  his  Cuntl  thro'  defert  ground  5 
Eternal  is  hispraife, 
7  Creat  monarchs  fell  beneath  his  hand  $ 
Victorious  is  his  /word  5 
While  Ifr'e!  took  the  promised  land  j 
And  faithful  is  his 
S   He  faw  the  nations  dc  1  ill  fin  3 
He  felt  his  pity  mc\e  : 
How  Ui  the  llate  fhc  world  was  In  ! 
How  boundltjs  W4t  bis  kve ! 

I  He 


76    PSALM    CXXXVI. 

9  He  fent  to  fave  us  f;  >m  our  woe  5 
2/7j  g"  fail*  ; 

From  death  and  hei»,  *nd  evVy  foe  5 
And  fitll  lis  grace  pre 
70  Give  thanks  to  God  the  hea?'n!y  King, 
His  mercies  JHU  endure  j 
Let  the  whole  earth  his  praifci  fing  j 
His  truth  is  ever  Jure, 

PSALM     136.     As  the  148th  Ffalm. 

t   f>  IVE  thanks  to  God  moft  high, 
vJ    The  univerfil  Lord  j 
The  fov'reign  King  of  kings  j 
And  be  his  grace  ador'd. 

His  penu'r  and  graze 

Are  jTAl  the  fame  j 

And  let  his  n  etn:e 

11  eve  cr.dley.  f*. 
v  mighty  ia  his  hand  ! 
What  %  -oi  det c,  hath  he  d 
He  form'd  the  earth  s»nd  Teas, 
And  fptead  the  hea^ns  alone. 

Thy  mercy ,  Litd, 

And  ever  (ure 

5  Ills  wifdom  fran 

To  crown  the  day  w;ih  VgW  5 
1  he  moon  and  twi 

eei  the  d?rkfome  ni^ht. 

Arefiill  the  jar:    j 
^/7<i  /tf  DM  name 
Ha-vc  endlejs  fraife. 
4  rlrt  fmotr  the  firft-horn  foiSj 

.•  hischoien  trib* 
With  joy  au4  glory  led. 


PSALM    CXXXVI. 

Thy  mercy  >  Lord, 
Shall  Jlill  endure  j 
Ar.d  e-ver  Jure 

■s  thy  ivord. 

5  II»s  pow'r  and  lifted  rod 
Cl^ft  the  Rr d-fea  in  two  $ 
And  for  his  people  made 
A  wond'ious  paffage  thro'* 

His  p^ivW  and  grace 
Are  J: ill  the  fame  j 
And  let  his  name 
Have  endlefs  praije* 

6  But  cruel  Pharaoh  there 
With  all  his  hoft  he  drown'dj 
And  brought  his  IiVtl  fafe 
Thro'  a  long  defert  ground. 

1 by    mercy,  Lird, 
Shall  fi'ill  endure  \ 
Ar.d  ever  jure 
Abide i  thy  word* 

Pause, 

7  The  kings  of  Canaan  fell 
Beneath  his  dreadful  hand  ; 
While  his  own  fervants  too* 
Pofleffion  of  their  land. 

His  pcivi'r  ci.d  grace 

A-  m  j 

And  let  bis  name 

Have  endlefs  fraife* 
He  faw  the  nations  lie, 
All  periihing  in  fin, 
And  pity'd  the  fad  ftate 
The  ruin'd  world  was  in. 

Iby  wurcjy   Lordy 

IS  ball  Jtiil  endure  j 
ever  Jure 

Abides  thy  ivord. 

A  a  S   Hi 


»78     PSALM    CXXXVI. 

9  He  fcnt  his  only  Son, 
To  fate  us  from  our  woe, 
From  fatan,  im  and  death, 
And  er'ry  hurtful  foe. 

His  poivr  and  ^rucc 

Are  ft  ill  the  jame\ 

And  let  bis  name 

Have  endUJs  praife. 
30  Give  thanks  aloud  to  God, 
To  God  the  heav'nly  king  } 
And  let  the  fpacious  earth 
His  works  and  glories  fing. 

Thy  mercy,  Lord, 

Shall  ft  ill endure-, 

And  ever  Jure 

Abides  thy  ivord. 

PSALM     136.  Abridged.  Long  Metre 

3    y""""1 1VE  to  our  Gcd  immortal  praife  ; 
V_T   Mercy  and  truth  arc  all  his  ways  : 
Wonders  of  Grace  tc  Gcd  belong, 
Repeat  bis  mercies  in  yovr  f:ng. 

2  Give  to  the  Lord  of  lords  renown, 
The  King  of  kings  with  glory  crown  : 
His  mercies  ever  Jball  endure, 
When  lords  and  kings  are  known  no  mere. 

3  He  built  the  earth,  he  fpread  the  Iky, 
And  fix'd  the  ftarry  lights  on  high  : 
JVonders  cf  grace  to  God  be  \ 
Repeat  his  mercies  in  ycur 

a  He  fills  ihe  fun  with  mornir^  light. 
He  bids  the  moon  diredr,  the  night  : 
His  mercies  ever  /ball  en  dure  y 
When  funs  and  mcons  ftjall  Jbine  no  more. 

5  The  Jews  he  freed  from  Pharaoh*!  hand, 
And  brought   them  to  the  promised  land  : 
Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
Ret  eat  bii  mercies  in  your  Jong, 

(1  He 


P  S  A  L  M     <  II.    279 

6  He  faw  the  Gentiles  drad  in  ftr., 
And  felt  his  pity  move  within  : 

•Jure, 

7  He  fcnt  his  Son  with  pc  w'r  to  fave 
From  guilt,  and  daJmefs   at,d  the  grave  : 

Repeat  bis  mercies  in  your  Jor.fr. 

8  Thro'  this  vain  world  he  gu:ces  our  feet, 
Ani  lea  is  oa  to  Irs  heav'nly  fjat  : 

His  r>:trj';es  ever  (bait  endure, 

When  ibis  vain  luorld  jhail  be  no  vnre, 

P  S  A  L  M     137. 

The    Baby 

ALOXG  the  banks  where  Babel's  currentflows, 
Our  cj^i.e  bands  in  deep  defpondence  flray'd, 
While  Zion's  fall  in  fad  re.-nsrr., 

Her  friends  her  children  mingled  with  the  dead. 
2  The  tuneiefs  har;j,  that  once  with  joy  we  lrrung, 
When  praife  employ'd  and  m  rth  infoir'd  tl 
Inmournfuj  lier.ee  on  the  willows  hung  ; 
And  growing  grief  prolong' d  the  tedious  day. 
*   The  barb*rou3  tyrants,  to  incieafe  the  woe, 
F     With  taunting  fmiles  a  fong  oi  Zicn  claim  ; 
Bid  f-icred  praife  in  (trains  melodious  f! 

Whiie  they  blafpheme  the  great  J  thovah'a  name. 
4  Eut  how,  in  heathen  chains  and  lands  unknown, 
Shall  Ifrael'a  fons  a  fong  of  Zicn  r:.ife  ? 
O  haplefs  Salem,  God'9  terreftrial  throne. 

Thou  lind  of  glory,   facred  mount  of  praife  ! 
If  e'er  my  mem'ry  lofe  thy  lovcv  n.mr, 

.  col.i  heart  neglecl  my  kindred  race, 
Let  dise  dcftru<f!ion  feize  this  g'.iilty  frame; 
My  hand  Hiali  perlih  and  my  voice  ihail  ccafr. 

6  Yet 


*8o    P  S  A  L  M    CXXXVIII. 

6  Yet  mall  the  Lord,    who  hears  when  Zion  call*, 
CTertake  her  foes  with  terror  and  dilmay, 
His  arm  avenge  her  defolated  walli, 
And  raife  her  children  to  eternal  day. 

PSALM     i33. 

Rejloring  and  Preferring  Grace. 

3   "IX/ITH  all  my  pow'rs  of  heart  and  tongue 
▼  V     I'll  praifemy  Maker  in  my  fungi 
Angels  mail  hear  the  notes  I  raile, 
Approve  the  feng,  and  join  the  praife. 

2  [Angels  that  make  thy  church  their  care 
Shall  vritnefa  my  devotions  there, 
While  holy  zeal  directs  my  eyes 

To  thy  fair  temple  in  the  Ikies.] 

3  I'll  Jlng  thy  truth  and  mercy,  Lord, 
1">1  flog  the  wonders  of  thy  word  j 
Not  all  the  works  and  names  below 
So  much  thy  pow'r  and  glory  fhow. 

4  To  God  I  cry'd  when  troubles  rofe  $ 
Hehrard  me,  and  fubdu'd  my  fees  : 
He  did  my  riung  fears  con^roul, 

And  ftrength  dirruVd  through  all  rr.y  foul. 

5  The  God  of  heav'n  maintains  h's  ftate, 
Frowns  en  the  proud,  and  fcorns  the  great  j 
But  from  hia  throne  defcends  to  blefs 

The  humble  fouls  that  truft  his  grace, 

6  Amidft  a  thcufand  fnares  1  (land 
Upheld  and  gua-ded  by  thy  hand  5 
Thy  words  my  fainting  fcul  revive, 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 

7  Grace  will  complete  what  grace  begins, 
To  fave  from  forrows  or  from  fins  j 
The  work  that  wifdom  undertakes, 
Eternal  mercy  ne'er  forfakes. 

PSALM 


P  S  A  L  M    C  281 

PSALM     139.     Firjl  Part.     Long  Metre. 
The  All 'Seeing   t 

1  T     ORD,  thou  hart  fea.chM  and  feen  me  thro'; 
8    j  Thine  eye  comrrur.ds  with  piercing  view 

My  rifing  and  my  rcftirp  hours, 

My  heart  and  fit  ft  with  all  their  pow'rs. 

2  My  thoughts,  befo  e  they  are  my  own, 
-Are  to  my  God  diftindlly  known  ; 

He  knows  the  words  1  mean  to  fpeak» 
Ere  from  my  opVmg  lips  they  break. 

3  Within  thy  circling  pow*r  I  £;ind, 
Onev'ry  fide  I  find  thy  hznd  : 
Awake,  afleep,  at  home,  abroad, 
I  am  furrounded  ftill  with  God. 

4  Amazing  knowledge,  vaft  and  great  ! 
What  large  extent  !    what  lofty  height ! 
My  foul  with  all  the  pow'rs  I  boaft, 

la  in  the  boundlefs  profpett  loit. 

5  Ob  may  theft  thoughts  pojfefs  my  breaji, 

---e'er  I  rove,  wbtnt-ecr  I  refi\ 
N.r  let  ny  *p    .  \  dart 

Cgpfent  to  Jin,  fzr  God  is  there. 

Pause     Firft. 

6  Cou!J  I  fa  "  thleCs  prove, 
To  f.hy  J  ore, 

re,  Lord,  could  I  thy  prefence  fliun, 
Or  from  thy  dr:a<!-~ul  glory  run  ? 

-  If  «p  to  bet?'  1  I  tike  my  flij 
'Tis  there  theu  dv.  1  d  in  light  $ 

Or  dive  to  hell,  there  veog'aact  reigns, 
And  fatan  grc:;;^  beneath  th)  chains. 

:?.   If  mounted  en  a  morning  ray 
I  fly  beyond  .1  (e?> 

Thy  fwiftcr  hand  would  rirfl  arrive, 
And  there  anc:t  thy  fogl 

A  a  2 


a?2      PSALM     CXXXIX. 

9   Or  mould  I  try  to  fliun  thy  fight 
Beneath  the  fpreading  veil  of  night, 
One  g'ance  of  thine,  one  piercing  ray- 
Would  kindle  darknefs  into  day. 
IO  Ob  may  tbefe  thoughts  pojfefs  my  breafl, 
V/bere-eer  I  rove,  ivbereeer  I  reft  j 
Nor  let  my  lueahcr  pajfwns  dare 
Confent  to  fin,  for  God  is  there* 

Pause     Second. 

ii   The  veil  of  night  is  no  difguife, 

No  k-ecn  from  thy"  ajl-fearching  eyes  j 
Thy  hand  can  feize  thy  foes  as  foon 
Tkro'  midnight  (hades  as  blazing  noon. 

12  Midnight  and  noon  in  this  agree, 
Great  God  they're  both  alike  to  thee  ; 
Not  death  caa  hide  what  God  will  fpy, 
And  hell  lies  naked  to  his  eye, 

13  Ob  may  thefe  thoughts  pojfefs  my  breafl, 
Wbere-etr  I  rove,  where'er  1/eft  j 
Nor  let  my  lueaker  pajfions  dare 
Corjent  to  fin,  for  God  is  there* 

PSALM     139.     Second  Part*    Long  Metre, 
The  wonderful  Formation  of  Man. 
"»WAS  fiom  thy  hand,  my  God,  I  came, 
A  work  of  fuch  a  curious  frame  j 
In  me  thy  fearful  wonders  mine, 
And  each  proclaim  thy  (kill  divine* 
2.  Thine  eyes  could  all  my  limbs  furvey, 
Which  yet  in  dark  confufion  by  : 
Thou  fawr'ft  the  daily  growth  they  took, 
Form'd  by  the  model  of  thy  book. 
3  By  thee  my  growing  parts  were  nanVd, 
And  what  thy  fov'reign  counfels  ham'd, 
The  breathing  lungs,  the  beating  heart, 
Wascopy'd  with  unerring  ait, 

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4   At  lad  to  mew  my  Maker's  name, 
God  ftamp'o  his  ima^e  on  my  frame, 
And  in  lome  unknown  moment  join'd 
The  finiiVd  members  of  the   mind. 

5  There  the  young  feeds  of  thought  began, 
And  all  the  palfions  of  the  man  ; 
G^eac  God,  our  infant  nature  pays 
Immortal  tribute  to  thy  praifs. 

Pause, 

6  Lord,  linee  in  my  advancing  cge 
I've  acled  on  life's  bufy  ftage, 

Thy  thoughts  of  love  to  me  furmcunt, 
The  pow'r  of  numbers  to  recount. 

7  1  could  furvty  the  ocean  o'er 
And  count  the  fand  that  makes  the  more, 
Before  my  iwifteft  thoughrs  coald  trace 
The  numerous  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

S  Thefeon  my  heart  are  ftill  impretl, 
With  thefe  I  give  my  eyes  to  reft  j 
And  at  my  waking  hour  I  find 
God  and  his  love  polTefs  my  mind. 

PSALM     139.     Third  Part,    Long  Metre. 

Sincerity  pfojej Yd9  and  Grace  tried  \   or,  The  Htsrf* 
jtarcl.r.j  God* 

Y  God,  what  inward  grief  I  kef, 
When  impious  men  tranfgrefs  thy  will  \ 
J  mourn  to  hear  their  lips  profane 
Take  thy  tremendous  name  in  vain. 

2  Does  nat  my  foul  deteft  ani   hate 
The  fons  of  maiice  and  deceit  r* 
Thofe  that  oppofe  thy  law3  ani  thee, 
I  count  for  enemies  to  me. 

3  Lord,  fearch  my  foul,  try  ev'ry  thought-, 
Though  my  own  heart  accufc  me  not, 
Of  walking  in  a  f.ilfe  difguifc, 

1  bejj  the  trial  0:  thine  eyes.  4  Doth 


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4    Dotli  fecrct  mi  (chief  fork  within  i 
Do  1  indulge  fome  unknown  lin  I 
O  turn  my  feet  whene'er  I  I 
And  lead  me  in  thy  perrecl  way. 

PSALM     139.     Firfr  Part.  Com.  Metre. 
God  is  every  'where, 

1  TN  all  my  vaft  concerns  with  thee, 
J[     In  vain  my  foul  wou'd  try 
To  mun  thy  prefence,  Lord,  or  flee 

The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

2  Thy  all-furrounding  fight  furveys 

My  rifing  and  my  ref , 
My  public  w«li<%  my  private  ways, 
And  fecrets  of  my  bread. 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord 

Before   they're  form'd  within  5 
An*'  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  wore1, 
Ke  know3  ihe  fenfe  I  n 

4  Oh  wond'ious  knowledge,   deep  and  high  I 

Where  can  a  creature  hide  ? 
Within  thy  circK'23  arms  I  lie, 
Lncios'd  on  ev'ry  fide. 

5  So  let  thy  grate  fjrround  me  ftiil, 

And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 
To  guard  my  foul  from  ev'ry  ill, 
Sec  ur'd  by  fov'reign  love. 

Pause. 

6  Lord,  where  mall  guilty  fouls  retire 

Forgotten  ar.d  unknown  ? 
In  hell  they  meet  thy  dreadful  fire, 
In  hcav'n  thy  glorious  throne. 

7  Should  I  fupprefs  my  vit?l  breath 

To  'fcape  the  wrath  divine, 
Thy  voice  would  break  the  bars  of  death, 
And  make  the  crave  re 

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PSALM    CXXXIX. 

S   If  wing'd  with  beams  of  morning  light 
I  fly  beyond  the  wet), 
Thy  hand,  which  muft  fupport  my  flight, 
Would  ioon  betray  my  reli. 
9  If  o'er  my  fins  I  think  10  draw 
The  curtains  of  the  aight, 
The  flaming  ejes  that  guard  thy  Jaw 
Would  turn  the  fhades  to  light. 
io  The  beams  of  noon,  the  midnight-hour 
Are  both  alike  to  thee  : 
Oh  may  I  ne'tr  provoke  thatpow'r 
Fiom  wh'uhl  cinnot  rice. 

PSALM     139.     Second  Part.  Com.  Metre. 

The  JVifdom  of  Gcd  in  the  Formation  of  Mj*. 

1  \X  THEN  I  with  pleafing  wonder  fiand 

VV       And  all   my  frame  furvey, 
Lord  'tis  thy  work,  1  own   thy  hand 
Thus  built  my  humble  clay. 

2  Thy  hand  my  heart  and  reins  pofelt 

Where  unborn  nature  grew  ; 
Thy  wifdom  all  my  features  tracV, 
And  ail  my  members  drew. 

3  Thine  eye  with  niceit  care  furvey'd 

The  growth  of  ev'ry  part  ; 
Till  the  whole  fcheme   thy  thoughts  had  laid 
Was  copy'd  by  thy  art. 

4  Heav'n,  earth  and  fea,  and  fire  and  wind 

Shew  me  thy  wond'rous  Ocill  j 
But  I  review  myfelf,  and  find 
Diviner  wonders  ftilf. 

5  Thy  awful  glories  round  me  fhine, 

My  tieih  proclahns  thy  praiic  ; 
Lo  d,  to  thy  works  of  nature  join 
Thy  miracles  of  grace. 

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q86    PSALM  CXXXIX,  CXL. 

PSALM    139.    34,  17,  iS.  Third  Pan  C.  Metre 

The  Mtrc'm  of  God  innumerable* 
An  Evening  Pfalm. 

3    1       ORD,  when  I  count  thy  mercies  o'er, 
1    J     They  ft.  ke  me  with 
Not  all  th-  finds  'hat  fpread  thf  iWr, 
To  e^ual  numbers  rife. 

2  My  fiefli  with  fear  and  wonder  fhndt, 

The  producl  of  thy  flu!), 
And  hourly  bleflings  frcm  thy  hands 
Thy  thoughts  of  love  reveal. 

3  Thefe  on  my  heart  by  night  I  keep  5 

How  kind,   how  dear  to  me! 
Oh  may  the  hour  that  ends  my  fleep 
Still  find  my  thoughts  with  thee  ! 

PSALM     140.     Common  Metre. 

1  T)ROTECT  us,  Lfird,  from  fatal  harm  5 
IT      Behold  our  rifing  wees; 

We  truit  alone  tiiy  pow'iful  arm, 
To  fcattcr  all  our  foe?. 

2  Their  tongue  is  like  a  poifon'd  dart, 

Their  thoughts  are  full  of  guile  j 
While  rage  and  c^rnase  iweli  their  hearty 
They  wear  a  peaceful  froile. 

3  O  God  of  grace,  thy  guardian  care, 

When  foes  without  invade, 
Or  fpread  within  a  deeper  fnare, 
Supplies  our  conftant  z\c, 

4  Let  falihood  flee  before  thy  face, 

Thy  hcav'nly  truth  extend, 
And  nations  tafie  thy  heav'niy  grace, 
Asd  all  dekifion  end. 

5  With  daily  bread  the  poor  fepp'-y, 

The  caufe  of  juftice  dead  ; 
And  be  thy  church  exalted  high, 
With  Chrift  the  glorious  heac. 

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PS  CXLI,  CXUl.    287 

P  SAL    M      141.     Vcr.  2,    3,  4,   5. 

IVatcbfuinefs  and  Brotherly  Love* 
A  Morning  or  Evening  Pfalnru 

1  TV  yjY  God,   accept  my  early  vows, 
1YJL   Like  morning  inccr.il*  in  thine  houfe, 
And  let  my  nightly  worfllip  rifc 

Sweet  as  the  ev'ning  facrifice. 

2  Watcli  o'er  my  iip?,  and  guard  them,  Lord, 
From  ev'ry  raih  and  hecdlefs  word  ; 

Nor  let  my  feet  incline  to  tread 
The  guilty  path  where  finners  lead. 

3  Oh  may  the  righteous,   when  I  ftray, 
Smite  and  reprove  my  wandYmg  way? 
Their  gentle  words  like  ointment  " 
Shall  ne?er  bruHe,   but  cheer  my  head. 

4  When  1  behold  them  preft  with  grit/, 
I'll  cry  to  heav'n  for  their  relief} 
And  by  my  warm  petitions  prove 
How  much  I  prize  their  faithful  love. 

PSALM   142. God  is  the  Hope  of 

1   rTyO  God  I  made  my  forrows  known, 
X       From  God  I  fought  relief ; 
In  long  complaints  before  his  throne 

I  pour'd  out  all  my  grief. 

1   My  foul  was  overwhelm':!  with  W0C9, 
My  heart  began  to  break  ; 
My  God,  who  ali  my  burden j  knows, 
Beholds  the  way  I   talce, 

3  On  ev'ry  fi'e,   I  cat  mine  eye, 

And  found  my  helpers  gone, 
While  friends  and  (bangers  paft  me  by 
Ne£!ected  or  unknown. 

4  Then  did  I  raife  a  louder  crv, 

Andcall'd  thy  mercy  near, 
"  Thou  art  my  portion  when  I  die, 

II  Ec  thou  my  refuge  here." 

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288      P  S  A  L  M     CXLIII. 

5  Lord,   I  am  brought  exceeding  low, 

Now  let  thine  ear  attenJ, 
And  make  my  Foci  who  vex  me  know 
I'tre  an   almighty  Friend. 

6  From  my  fad  prifon  fet  me  free, 

Then  fhall  1  praife  thy  name, 
And  holy  men  (hall  join  with  me, 
Thy  kindnefs  to  proclaim. 

PSALM      143. 
Complaint  of  heavy  Ajjii£licm  in  Mind  and  Body* 
J    |\ /I  y  righteous  Judge,  my  gracious  God, 
J.  *  A    Hear  when  J  fprcad  my  hands  abroad, 
And  cry  for  fuccourfrom  thy  throne, 
Oh  make  thy  truth  and  mercy  known. 

2  Let  judgment  not  againft  me  pafs : 
Behold  thy  fervant  pleads  thy  grace: 
Shou'd  julrice  call  us  to  thy  bar, 
No  man  alive  is  guiltlefs  there. 

3  Look  down  in  pity,  Lord,  and  fee 
The  mighty  woes  that  burrhen  me  ; 
Down  to  the  dull  my  life  is  brought, 
Like  one  long  bury'd  and  forgot. 

4  I  dwell  in  darknefs  and  unfeen, 
My  heart  is  defolate  within  : 

My  thoughts  in  mufing  filer.ee  trace 
The  ancient  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

5  Thence  I  derive  a  gllmpfe  of  hope 
To  bear  my  finking  fpirits  up  j 

I  ftretch  my  hands  to  God  again, 
And  thirft  like  parched  Jar-ds  for  rain. 

6  For  thee  I  rhirft,  I  pray,   I  mourn  $ 
Wh*n  will  thy  {miling  face  return  ? 
Sha'^ill  my  joys  on  earth    emove, 
And  God  for  evei  hide  his  love  ? 

7  My  God,  thy  long  delay  to  lave, 
Will  fink  thy  pris'ner  to  the  grave  ; 

My  heart  grows  faint,  and  dim  min:  ej»  ; 
Make  hafle  to  help  before  I  die,  8  Ths 


P  S  A  L  M    CXLIV.      289 

8  The  night  U  witnefsto  my  tears, 
Djftreiling  pains,  diftrellmg  fears; 
Oh  might  I  hear  thy  morning  voice, 
How  would  my  weary  pow'rs  rejoice  ! 

9  In  thee  I  truft,  to  thee  I  fi^h, 
And  life  my  weary  foul  on  high  • 
For  thtefit  waiting  all  the  day,' 
And  wear  the  tirefome  hours  away. 

10  ™ ak  f  .my  r^(crs>  Lord> and  <w, 

iht  path  in  which  my  feet  fliouid  go  • 

If  fnaresand  foes  befet  the  road, 

I  tfee  to  hide  me  near  my  Got*, 
ii  Teach  me  to  do  thy  h:>ly  wiJi 

And  lead  me  to  thy  heavVly  hill  • 

Let  the  good  Spirit  of  thy  love 

Conduct  me  to  thy  courts  above. 
12   Then  mall  my  fJul  no  more  ccmplam, 

The  tempter  then  mall  ra2e  in  vain 

And  flefli  that  was  my  fee  before, 

Shall  never  vex  my  fylrit  more. 

PSALM     ,44.    Fhfi  Part.    Ver.  i,  2. 
JWftance   and  Viclory  in  the  fphitual  Warfare, 

1  T^OR  ever  blefled  be  the  Lorrf. 
J.         My  Saviour  and  my  AieM  ; 
Hefenda  his  Spirit  with  his  word, 

To  arm  me  for  the  field. 

2  When  fm  and  hell  their  force  unit., 

he  makes  my  foul  his  care  • 
Inftrufls  me  in  the  heav'nlv  fight 
And  guards  me  thro'  the  war. 

3  A  friend  and  helper  fo  div:ne 

My  fainting  hope  mail  raife  ■ 
He  makes  the  glorious  vitf'ry  mine, 
And  his  fluii  be  the  praifc, 

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a9o     PSALM  CXLIV,  CXLV. 

PSALM      144.  Second  Part.    Ver.  3,  4,  5,  tf. 

The  Vanity  of  Man,  and  Ondefcenfon  of  God, 

I    "1"     ORD,  what  is  man,  pcor  feeble  man, 
1    J     Born  of  the  earth  at  firft  ? 
His  life  a/hadow,  light  and  vain, 
Still  hafVning  to  the  dull. 
Z  Oh  what  is  feeble  dying  man, 
Or  all  his  finful  race, 
That  Gcd  (hould  make  it  his  concern 
To  vifit  him  with  grace  ! 
3  That  God  who  darts  hia  lightning  down, 
Who  fhakts  the  worlds  above, 
What  terrors  wait  his  awful  fiown ! 
How  wond'rous  is  his  love  ! 

PSALM  144.  Third  Part.   Ver.  12— 15. 
Grace  above  Riches  $   or,   the  happy  Natiii* 
2    TTAPPY  the  city,   where  their  fons 
fr   1    Like  pillars  round  a  palace  fet, 
And  daughters  bright  as  polifh'd  (tones 
Give  ftrength  and  beauty  to  the  (late. 

2  Happy  the  land  in  culture  drefs'd, 
Whofe  flocks  and  coin  have  large  increafe ; 
Where  menfecurely  work  or  reft, 

Nor  fons  of  plunder  break  their  peace* 

3  Happy  the  nation  thus  endowed, 
But  more  divinely  bleft  are  thofe 
On  whom  the  ali-fufficient  God 
Himfelf  with  all  his  grace  beflowe. 

PSALM     145.     Long  Metre* 

The  Greatnefi  of  God, 

j    TV  AY  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praife 
J.V JL   Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days  $ 
Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue 
'Till  death  and  glory  raifc  the  fong. 

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P  S  A  L  M    CXLV.        291 

2  The  wings  of  ev>y  hour  (hall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear  5 
And  ei'ry  fttting  fun  frail   fee 
New  works  of  duty  done  for  thee. 

3  Thy  truth  and  juftice  1*11  proclaim  ; 
Thy  bounty  flows  an  endlefs  Itream  ; 
Thy  mercy  fwifr,  thine  anger  How, 
But  dreadful  to  the  ftubbom  foe. 

4  Thy  works  with  fov'reign  glory  fliine, 
And  fpeak  thy  Msjefty  divine  5 

Let  e/ry  realm  with  joy  proclaim 
The  found  and  honour  of  thy  name. 

5  Let  diftant  times  and  nations  raifc 
The  long  fuccefiion  of  thy  praife  ; 
And  unborn  ages  make  my  fong 
The  joy  and  triumph  of  their  tongue, 

6  But  who  can  fpeak  thy  wond'rous  deeds9 
Thy  greatnefs  a!!  our  thoughts  exceeds  j 
Valt  and  unfearchable  thy  ways  ! 

Vaft  and  immortal  be  thy  praife  ! 

PSALM     145.    1—7,    11  — 13.  Firft  Pjrt. 

Tbe  Greatnefs  of  God, 
j    T     ONG  as  I  lite  1\»1  blefs  thy  name, 
I    j     My  King,   my  God  of  lovej 
My  wopk  and  joy  mall  be  the  fame, 
Ifl  the  bright  world  above. 
2,   Great  is  the  Lord,  his  pow'r  unknown, 
And  let  his  praife  be  great  ; 
I'll  fing  the  honours  of  thy  throne, 
Thy  works  of  grace  repeat. 

3  Thy  grace  fhall  dwell  upon  my  tongue 

And  while  my  lips  rejoice, 
The  men  that  hear  ray  facred  fong 
Shall  join  their  cheerful  voice. 

4  Fathers   to  Tons  /hall  teach  thy  name, 

And  children  learn   thy  ways; 
Ages  to  come  thy   truth  proclaim, 

S  nd  nationi  found  thy  praife,  5  Thy 


292       PSALM     CXLT. 

5  Thy  g'orious  deeds  of  ancient  date 

Shall  through  the  world  be  known  ; 
Thine  aim  of  pow'r,  thy  heav'nly  ftate 
With  public  fplendor  mown. 

6  The  world  is  manag'd  by  thy  hands, 

Thy  faints  are  rul'd  by  love  ; 

And  thine  eternal  kingdom  ftands, 

Tho'  rocks  and  hilis  remove. 

PSALM     145.    Second  Part.  Ver.  7,  &c. 

The  Goodnefs  of  God* 
j    £lWEET  is  the  niem'ry  cf  thy  grace, 
^)     My  God,  my  hrav'nly  King  j 
Let  a&e  to  age  thy  righteoufnefs 
Jj.Kunds  of  glory  ling. 

2  God  reigns  on  high,  but  ne'er  confines 

His  goodnefs  to  the  fkies ; 
Through  the  whole  earth  his  bounty  fhincs, 
And  cvVy  v/ar.t  {applies,. 

3  With  longing  eyes  thy  cicatures  wait 

On  thee  for  daily  fco^, 
Thy  lia'ral  hand  provides  their  meat, 
And  filh  their  mouths  with  good. 

4  How  kind  are  t'*y  compaffions,  Lord  1 

How  flow  thine  anger  moves! 
But  foon  he  fe  ;ds  his  pard'ning  word 
To  cheer  the  fouls  he  loves. 

5  Creatures  *ith  all  iheir  endlefs  race 

Thy  powV  and  praife  proc!arm  $ 
But  faints  that  tafte  thy  richer  grace 
Delight  to  blcfs  thy  name. 

PSALM     145.     14,   17,   &c.   Third  Part. 

Mercy  to  Sufferen  ;   or,  God  bearing  Prayer. 
1    1       ET  ev'ry  tongue  thy  goodnefs  fpeak, 
J    J     Thou  fov'rcign  Lord  of  all  j 
Thy  ftrength'ning  hands  uphold  the  we.\Tc, 
And  raifc  the  poor  that  fall. 

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PSALM     CXLVI.      293 

a  When  forrow  bows  the  fpirit  down, 
Or  virtue  lies  diftreft 
Beneath  fome  proud  oppreflbr's  frown, 
Thou  giv'ft  the  mourners  reft. 
3   The  Lord  fuppoits  our  finking  days, 
And  glides  our  giddy  youth  : 
Holy  and  juft  are  all  his  ways, 
And  all  his  words  are  truth, 
a  He  knows  the  pain  his  fcrvants  feel, 
He  hears  his  children  cry  ; 
And  their  beft  wifhe6  to  fulfil, 
His  grace  is  ever  nigh. 

5  His  mercy  never  fhall  remove 

From  men  of  heart  fincere  ; 
He  faves  the  fouls,  whofe  humble  love 
Is  join'd  with  holy  fear. 

6  [His  rtubborn  foes  his  fword  ihall  flay, 

And  pierce  their  hearts  with  pain  ; 
But  none  that  ferve  the  Lord  lhall  fay, 
"  They  fought  his  aid  in  vain."] 

7  [My  lips  fhall  dwell  upon  his  praife* 

And  fpread  his  fame  abroad  j 

Let  all  the  Tons  of  Adam  raife 

The  honoun  of  their  God. J 

PSALM     146.     Long  Metre. 
Praii'e  to  God  fir  bit  Goodnej's  and  Truth. 

1  T):<  AISE  ye  the  Lor^,  my  heart  mall  jo:a 
J7     In  work  (o  pleafant,  lb  oivine  j 

Now  while  the  flefh  is  mine  abode, 
And  when  my  foul  afcends  to  God. 

2  Praife  fhall  employ  my  nobleft  pow'is, 
While  immortality  enduies  ; 

My  days  of  praife  mall  ne'er  be  paft, 
While  life,   and  thought,   and  being  lail. 

3  Why  (hould  I  make  a  man  my  trull  t 
Princes  mult  die  and  turn  to  duft  j 

Their  breath  depart!,  their  pomD  and  powV,. 
A/id  thoughts  all  vaniih  in  aa  hour. 

B  b  z  4  Happy 


294     P  S  A  L  M     CXLVI. 

4  Happy  the  man,  whofe  hop? s  rely 
On  Ifr'el's  God  :   Hr  made  the  fky, 
AH  earth,  and  Teas,  with  all  their  tra!n> 
And  none  fhall  find  their  promife  vain. 

5  His  truth  for  ever  ft  nds  fecure  ; 

He  faves  »h'  oppreft,  he  feeds  the  poorj 
He  fen^s  fhe  lab'ring  ccnf.ieoce  peace, 
And  grants  the  pris'n'r  fweet  releafe. 

6  The  Lord  to  fight  reflores  the  blind  ; 
The  Lord  fupports  '"he  finking  mind  5 
He  helps  the  ftr.mger  in  d'ft^efs, 
The  widow  and  the  fatherleit. 

7  He  loves  the  faints,  he  knows  them  well  j 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell : 
Thy  Go-},  O  Zion,  ever  reigns  j 

Praife  him  in  everlafting  ftrains. 

PSALM     146.     A%  the  113th  Pfalro. 
Praife  /•  God  for  hit  Gcedticfs  and  Truth. 

2  T'LL  prai fr.  my  Maker  with  my  breath, 
J[   Ani  w-eu  my  voice  is  loft  in  wieath, 

Praife  fhall  employ  my  nobler  pow'rs : 
My  days  of  praife  fhall  ne'er  be  paft, 
While  lifr,  and  thought,  and  being  lafl, 

Or  immortalitv  endures. 
%  Why  mould  I  make  a  man  my  truft  ? 
Prir.css  muft  die  and  turn  to  duft  $ 

Vain  is  the  heip  cf  flefti  and  blocd  ; 
Their  breath  departs,   their  pomp  and  powV> 
And  thoughts  all  vanifh  in  an  hour, 

Nor  can  they  make  their  promife  go«d. 

3  Happy  the  man,  whofe  hopes  rely 
On  Ift'el's  God  :   He  made  the  flcr, 

And  earth,  and  feas,  with  all  their  trains 
His  truth  for  ever  (lands  fecure  ; 
He  faves  th'  oppreft,  he  feeds  the  poor, 

And  none  fhall  find  his  promife  vain. 

4  The 


PSALM    CXLVI. 

4  The  Lord  ha'h  *\c?  C 

The  L  •  'he  finking 

He  fends  t'  e  lab'         I  I  ce  peace  S 

He  heirs  r he  ft  anger  in  diftref  , 

The  widow  and  the  fa'he.-'efs, 

And  grants  the  fris'ner  fwect  :rleafe. 

5  He  Joes  his  fa:nts,  h    kr.owi  them  well : 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell  ; 

Thy  God,   O  Zion,  rver  rc'gns  : 
Let  ev'ry  tongue,   let  ev'ry   age, 
In  this  exalted  work  engage  j 

Praife  him  in  e^erlaft  ng  fba:ns. 

6  I'll  piaife  him  while  he  lends  me  l-'eath, 
Af      when  m,   \cicc  is  1   ft  i     i  ia  h, 

i-'rafe  mall  em  loy  m  rs  : 

My  da)s  of  praife  /hah  ne'er  be  paO, 
While  life,  and  though  ,  ana  be*ng  laft, 

Or  immo  taiit;  endures. 

PSALM     146.     FirJ}  Parr. 
The  Diz/ice  Naturet   Ptwidir.ce  and  Grace* 

I    pRAlSE  ye  the  Lord  j  'tis  good  to  raife 
*■      Our  hearts  and  voices  in  h.s  prahe  j 
His  nature  and  his  works   invite 
To  make  this  duty  ojr  delight. 

1  The  Lord  builds  up  Jerufo'em, 
And  gathers  nations  to  his  name  : 
H's  mercy  melts  the  llubborn  foul, 
And  makes  the  broken  fpirit  whole. 

3  He  form'd  thr  ftars,  thofe  heav'nly  flames, 
He  counts  their  numbers,  calls  their  names* 
His  fov'rcign  wifdom  knows  no  bound, 
A  deep  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd* 

4.  Great  is  the  Lord,  and  great  his  might  j 
And  all  his  ^  1 0 . i e 3  infinite  : 
He  crowns  the  meek,  rewards  the  jul, 
And  Head*  the  wkked  to  ih:  dull. 

V    A    U     S    2. 


296      PSALM     CXLVII. 

Pause. 

5  S'ng  to  the  Lord,  exalt  him  high, 
Who  fpreads  his  clouds  around  the  fky  J 
There  he   prepares  the  fruitful  rain, 
Nor  lets  the  drops  defcend  in  vain. 

6  He  makes  the  grafs  the  hills  adorn, 
And  clothes  thcfmiling  fields  with  corn  j 
The  hearts  with  food  his  hands  fupply, 
And  feeds  the  ravens  when  they  cry. 

7  What  is  the  creature's  (kill  or  force  ? 
The  vig'rous  man,  the  warlike  horfe, 
The  fprightly  wit,  the  active  limb, 
All  are  too  mean  delights  for  him. 

8  But  faints  are  lovely  in  his   fight  ; 
He  views  his  children  with  delight  5 

He  fees  their  hope,  he  knows  their  fear, 
And  finds  and  loves  his  image  there. 

PSALM      247.      Second  Part. 
Summer  and  W\nte"* 

j   T     ET  Zion  pralfe  the  mighty  God, 

j    j  And  make  his  henouis  known  abroad. 
For  fwcet  the  joy,  our  fougs  to  raife> 
And  gloiiousis  the  work  of  praife. 

1  Our  children  live  fecureand  bleft; 
Our  mores  have  peace,  cur  cities  reft  5 
He  feeds  our  fons  with  fined  wheat, 
And  adds  his  bleiTing  to  their  meat. 

3  The  changing  feafons  he  ordains, 
The  ea-ly  and  the  latter  rains  j 
His  flakes  of  mow  like  wool  he  fends, 
And  thus  the  fpringing  corn  defends. 

4.  With  hoary  froft  he  (trews  the  ground  $ 
His  hail  defcends  with  dreadful  found  5 
His  icy  bands  the  rivers  hold, 
And  terror  arms,  his  wintry  cold. 

5  He 


PSALM    CXLVII.         297 

5  He  bids  the  warmer  breezes  blow, 
The  ice  diflblves,  the  waters  flow, 
But  he  haih  nobler  works  and  ways 
To  call  his  people  to  his  praile. 

6  Thro*  all  our  realm  h:s  laws  are  mown  ; 
Hisgofpsl  thro1  the  nation  known  j 
He  hath  not  thus  reveaPd  his  word 
To  ev'ry  land  :   Praife  ye  the  Lord. 

PSALM     147.     7--9,  13—18.  C.  Metre. 
The  Siafin   of  the  Tear* 
1   \^C  TITH  fongs  a:jd  honour  founding  loud, 
V  V        Addrefs  the  Lord  on  high  j 
0»er  theheav'ns  he  fareads  his  cloud, 
And  waters  \eil  the  fk>. 

2  He  Tends  his  fhow'rs  of  oleflinga  sown 

To  cherr  ihe  plains  below  5 
He  malce-j  the  grafl  the  mountains  crown, 
eys  grow. 

3  He  ;  v*5  the  gracing  ox  his  meat, 

ry  5 

But   d  vheaC 

4  His  .  c  face 

Of  cl 

He  m^  r>  -:  his  race, 

-  ir. 

5  Hit  h>a-y  -rcy    fnow, 

Defcend  and  clothe  the  ground  ; 
The  liquid  ft  reams  torbear  to  flow, 

6  When  from  his 

He  pour<»  I    - 
The  wretch  rha 
Sha  I  find  hii  c  ui 

7  He  P-a  s  his  wo.  ,jWj 

The  fields  no  I   ■ .  r   ' 
He  calls  the  w  tfmer   g    t 
And  bias  I  slum* 


a98      PSALM    CXLVIII. 

£  The  changing  wind,  the  flying  cloud, 
Obey  his  mighty  word  : 
With  fongs  and  honours  founding  loud, 
Praife  ye  the  fov 'reign  Lord. 

PSALM     148.     Proper  Metre* 

Pralfe  to  Ccd  from  all  Creatures . 

3    "V^E  trires  of  Adam,  join 

■*       W!th  heav'n,  and  eaith,  aad  fcas, 
And  offer  notes  divine 
To  your  Crca:o  's  praifc. 
Ye  holy  throng, 
Of  angels  bright 
In  worlds  cf  light 
Begin  the  fong. 

2  Thou  fjn  with  dazzling  rays, 
And  moon  that  rules  the  night, 
Shine  to  your  Make: '3  praife, 
With  ftars  of  twinkling  light. 

His  pow'r  declare, 
Ye  floods  on  high, 
And  clouds  that  fly 
In  empty  air. 

3  ^he  fViung  worlds  2uu"t 
In  glo'ious  order  ftan  i, 
Or  in  fwift  courfes  move, 
By  his  fupreme  command. 

He  fpake  the  word, 
And  all  their  frame 
From  nothing  came 
To  praife  the  Lord. 

4  He  mo^d  their  nrvghty  whecli 
In  unknown  ages  pad, 

And  each  his  word  fu'fvs, 
While  time  and  nature  laft. 

In  dift'rent  ways 

H13  works  proclaim 

His  wond'rous  name, 

And  fpeak  hit  praife.  P  a  u  s  i. 


PSALM     CXLVIII.      295 

Pause, 

5  Let  all  the  earth-  born  race, 
And  morrUrs   of  the  deep, 
The  fifh  that  cleaves  the  feaf> 
Or  in  their  bofom  flrep  $ 

From  fe  •  and  fhore 
Thrii  tribute  pay, 
And  ftill  dfplay 
Th'ir  Maker's  pow'r, 

6  Yevapou-s,  hail,  and  (now, 
Praife  ye  trf  Almighty  Lord, 
And  ftormy  winds  that  blew 
To  execute  his  ward. 

When  lightnings  mine 
Or  thunders  rear, 
Let  earth  adore 
His  hand  divine. 

7  Ye  mountains  near  the  {klcs7 
With  lofty  cedars  there, 
And  trees  of  humble  fize 
Thac  fruit  ii  plenty  bear  3 

Beads  wild  and  tame, 

Birds,  flies  and  worms, 

In  various  forms 

Exalt  his  name. 
B    Ye  kings  and  judges,  fear 
The  Lord  the  fov'reign  Kingj 
And  while  you  rule  us  here, 
Kis  heav'nly  honcu  s  fing  : 

Nor  let  the  dream 

Of  pow'r  and  ftate 

Make  you  forget 

His  pow'r  fupreme. 
{)    Virgins  and  youihs  engage 
Toffond  his  praife  divine* 
While  infancy  and  age 
Their  feeble  voices  join  ; 


3oo     P  S  A  L  M    CXLVIII. 

Wide  as  he  reigns 

His  name  be  fung 

By  ev'ry  tongue 

Inendlefs  drains. 
10  Let  all  the  nations  fear 
The  God  that  rules  abcvt; 
He  brings  his  people  near, 
And  makes  them  talte  his  love  : 

While  earth  and  fky 

Attempt  his  praife, 

His  faints  mail  raife 

His  honours  high. 

PSALM     148.  Parapbrafed'in  Long  Metre, 
Univerfal  Praife  to  God. 
1    V     OUD  Hallelujahs  to  the  Lord, 

1    J  From  diftant  worlds  where  creatures  dwell  •. 
Let  heav'n  begin  the  fjlemn  word, 
And  found  it  dreadful  down  to  hell. 

Note,  This  Pfalm  may  he  fung  to  the  Tune  of  the  old 
Jizth  or  izjtb  Pja/tn,  if  thefe  tivo  Lines  be  added 
to  every  Stanza  (viz.) 

Each  of  his  works  his  name  difplays, 
But  they  can  ne'er  complete  the  praife. 

[Otberivife  it  muft    be  fung  to  the  ufual  Tunet 
of  the  Long  Metre* 
a  The  Lord,  how  abfolute  he  reigns* 
Let  ev'ry  angel  bend  the  knee  5 
Sing  of  his  love  in  heav'nly  Arains, 
And  fpeak  how  fierce  his  terrors  be- 
3    High  on  a  throne  his  glories  dwell, 
An  awful  throne  of  mining  blifs : 
F'y  thro'  the  world,  O  fun,  and  tell, 
How  dark  thy  beams  compar'd  to  his, 
4.  Awake  yt  tempefts  and  his  fcme, 
Jn  founds  of  dre?dfu'  praife  declare  5 
Let  the  fweet  whffper  of  his  ran.c 
Fill  evVy  gentler  Lueze  of  air.  5  L*t 


PSALM     CXLVIII.      3d 

5  Let  cloiHs,  and  wind?,  and  waves  agree 
To  join  their  pia'fe  wirh  blazing  fire  5 
Let  ihe  firm  e?rth  and  rol'ing  fea 

In  this  eternal  fung  confpire. 

6  Ve  flow'ry  plains  proclaim  his  ikillj 
Ye  vallies  firolc  before  his  eyej 
And  let  his  praife  from  ev'ry  hi -I 
Rift  tuneful  to  the  neighboring  iky. 

7  Ye  frubborn  oaks,   and  ftately  pines, 
Bend  your  high  branches  and  adore  : 
Praife  him,  ye  bsafts,  in  difPrent  flralas  \ 
The  lamb  muil  bleat,  the  lion  roar. 

8  Ye  birds,  his  praife  muft  be  your  th?me, 
Who  form'd  to  fong  your  tuneful  voice 5 
Whi!e  the  dumb  fi/h  that  cut  the  ftieam 
In  his  protecting  care  rejoice. 

9  Mortals,  can  you  refrain  your  tongue 
When  nature  all  around  you  fings  ? 
Oh  for  a  fhout  from  old  and  young, 
From  humble  fwains  and  lofty  kings  ! 

10  Wide  as  his  vaft  dominion  lies 

Make  the  Creator's  name  be  known  ; 

Loud  as  his  thunier  fhout  his  praife, 

And  found  it  lofty  as  his  throne. 
Ii   Jehovah  !   'tis  a  glorious  word  ! 

Oh  may  it  dwell  on  ev\y  tongue  ! 

But  faints  who  beft  have  known  the  Lord 

Are  bound  to  raife  the  nobleft  fong. 
12   Sptakofthe  wonders  of  that  love 

Which  Gabriel  plays  on  ev'ry  chord  : 

From  all  below,  and  all  abo\e, 

Loud  Hallelujah's  to  the  Lord. 

PSALM    148.  Short  Metre.— —  Univerful  Pratfc* 
l    1"     ET  ev'ry  creature  join 

I    J     To  praife   th'  eternal  Ccd  ; 
Ye  hcav'nly  hoft,   the  fong  begin, 
And  found  his  name  abroad* 

C  c  t  Thou 


302       PSALM    CXLVIII. 

2  Thou  fun  with  golden  beams, 

And  moon  with  paler  rays, 
Ye  ltarry  lights,  ye  twinkling  flames, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  pra  fe. 

3  He  built  thofe  worlds  above, 

And  nVd  their  wond'reus  frame  ; 
By  his  command  they  fland  or  move, 
And  ever  fpeak  his  name. 
|  Ye  vapour?,   when  ye  rife, 
Or  rail   in  lhuw'rs  or  faoW, 
Ye  thunde.  s  mourning  rcund  the  fkie?, 
His  pow'rand  glory  mow. 
5  Wind,  hail,  and  ruining  rlre, 
Agree  to  pra'fe  the  Lord, 
When  vein  dreadful  florms  coafpirc 
To  execute  his  word* 
C  Ey  all  his  works  abave 
His  honcuri  be  ex*preft; 
But  faints  that  tafte  his  faving  love 
Should  Ting  his  praifes  beft. 

Pause     Flrit. 

n  Let  earth  and  ocean  know 

They  owe  their  Maker's  pralfe  : 
Fr2:fehim,  ye  wat'ry  worlds  below. 
And  monfiers  of  the  feas. 
%  From  mour  tains  near  the  iky, 
Let  his  high  praile  refcund, 
From  hum  Az  lh  ubs  and  cedars  high, 
And  vales  and  fields  around, 
5  Ye  lions  of  the  wood, 

And  t2mer  b**fts  that  graze, 
Ye  live  upon  his  daily  food, 
And  he  expects  your  praife. 
10  Ye  birds  of  lofty  wing, 

On  high  his  praifes  bsar  ; 
Or  f.t  en  fiow'ry  bounhs  and  ting 

Ycur  Makei't-  glory  theie.  n  Yc 


PSALM     CXLIX.     303 

11  Ye  repti'e  myriads  join, 

T'  exalt  his  glorious  name, 
And  flics  in  beauteous  ferns  that  mine, 
H  s  wcnd'rous  (kill  p  rod  aim  • 

12  By  all  the  earch-born  race, 

His  honours  be  cxprel s1  ', 
But  fames  that  know  his  heav\,iy  grace, 
bhould  learn  to  praiie  him  belt. 

Pause     Second. 

13  Monarchs  of  wide  command, 

Prufe  ye  tiY  eternal  King  ; 
Judges,   adore  that  fov'reign  han^, 
Whence  all  your  honours  fpring. 

14  L-t  vip'rous  youth  eng?ge 

To  found  his  praifes  h'gh  ; 
Wh:e  growing  babes  and  with'ring  age, 
Theii   feebler  voices  try, 

15  United  zeal  be  mown 

H  8  wond'rous  fame  to  rj'fe  ; 
God  is  the  Lord  j    his  n.-me  alone 
Defcnes  our  endlefs  pra:fc. 

16  Let  nature  jom  with  art, 

An     all  pronounce  him  bled; 
But  faints  that  dwell  fo  near  his  heart 
Shgu.d  ling  his  prau'es  bed. 

PSALM     149. 

Praife  God,  all  bis  Saints  ;  or,   the  Saints  judging 
the  World. 

1  A  LL  ye  that  love  the  Lord,  rejoice, 
jtji      And  let  y   ax  fengS  be  new  ; 
Amidr)  the  church  w'th  cheerful  voice 

His  later  wooden 

2  The  J<?wc,  the  phonic  of  his  grace,  i 

Shall  their  Redeem *r  ling  , 
And  Gentile  nations  join  the  pra'fe, 

While  Z-ion  owns  her  King.  3  The 


3oj  PSAL  M     CL. 

3  The  Lord  takee  ple^ure  inthe  juft  ; 

Wl.om  H  :ncrs  treat  with   fcorn  ; 
The  meek  t  at  lies  defyis'd  in  duft 
Salvacion  fhall  adorn, 

4  Saints  (hall  be  joyful  in  iheir  k'ng, 

E'en  on  a  <iyin£   ^d  ; 
And  like  the  fouls  in  ^lory  fing, 
For  God  fliill  rattfe  the  dead, 

5  Then  hi?  high  paife  i?.*l!  fiii  their  tongues, 

Their  hand  fhall  wield  the  fword  ; 
And  veng'ante  mail  attend  their  fongs, 
The  veng'anct  of  the  Lord. 

6  When  Chrift  bis  judgment-feat  afcende, 

And  bids  the  world  appear, 
Thrcnea  are  pie.ar'd  for  all  his  fricndi 
Who  humbly  lov'd  him  here, 

7  Then  (hall  they  rule  with  ircn-rod 

Nat-ions  that  car'd  rebel  ; 
And  join  the  featence  of  their  God, 

On  tyrants  dcom'd  to  hel'. 
S  The  royal  finners,  bound  in  chains, 

Ne>v  triumph  /hall  artbrd : 
Such  honour  for  the  faints  remains : 

Pra'.fe  ye  and  love  the  Lord. 

PSALM    150.    1,  2,  6. 
A  Song  of  Praifc, 


I 


N  God's  own  houfe  pronounce  his  praifc> 
H  is  grace  he  there  reveals  j 
To  heav'n  y  ur  joy  and  wonder  raife, 

For  there  his  wonder  dwells. 

Let  all  your  facred  paflions  move, 

While  you  rehearfe  his  deeds  5 

But  the  great  work  of  faying  lo?e 

Your  higheft  praife  exceeds* 

3  All 


D  O  X  O  L  O  G  T  E  S.      30,5 

3  All  that  have  morion,  life  and  breath, 
Proclaim  your  M.iker  b!e(t  9 
Yet  when  my  voice  expires  \n  death, 
My  foul  (hall  praife  him  beft. 

••«  ■■«  •<••<  •<•<-«$»>••>••>••>••>••>•• 

The  CHRISTIAN  DOXOLOGY. 

Long  Metre. 

TO  God  the  Father,   God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit  three  in  one* 
Be  honour,  praife,  and  glory  giv^n 
By  all  on  earth,  ana  all  in  heav'n. 

Common  Metre. 

LET  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit  be  ador'd, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known, 
Or  Saints  to  love  the  Lord. 

Common  Metre,    where  the  Tune  includes  two 
Stanzas, 

1   npHE  God  of  nurcy  be  idor'd, 

X        Who  calls  our  fouls  from  death, 
Who  fates  by  his  redeemi  g  word, 
And  new-creating  breath, 
a  To  praife  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit  all  divine, 
The  one  in  three,  and  three  in  one, 
Let  faints  and  angels  join. 

Short  Metre. 

YE  angels  round  the  throne, 
And  faints  that  dwell  below, 
Worfhip  the  Father,  praife  the  Son, 
And  blcfs  the  Spirit  toj. 


3o6      DOXOLOGIES. 

As  the  uyb  Pfalm. 

NOW  to  the  great  and  facred  Three, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit  be 
Eternal  praife  and  glory  giv'n, 
Thro'  all  the  wolds  where  God  is  known, 
By  ail  the  angels  near  the  throne, 

And  all  the  fa:nts  in  earth  and  heav'n* 

As  the   148/&  Pfalm. 

TO  God  the  Father's  throne 
Perpetual  honours  raife  5 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
To  God  the  Spirit  praife  ; 
With  all  our  powVs, 
Eternal  Kinf, 
Thy  name  we  fing, 
While  faith  adores* 


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